#side note: this is all a joke. I am joking. pls do not take this post too seriously

[mccoyquialisms]

lou and murph team ups are so special. no matter how chaotic lou gets, murph never fails to "yes, and" him, even if he's cringing or gritting his teeth the entire time

[pedroscowgirl]

The Lie Detector Test

Hugh jackman x reader!actress

Warnings!!!: minors dni!!

mentions of: daddy issues , age gap (reader is in their 20s), smut (duh), oral!receiving, p in v, creampie (wrap it up), semi-public sex?, pet names (baby,princess), fluff at the end and lots of romantic kisses

lmk if i missed some!!

Words: 4.3K (i went a little crazy cuz I'm so down bad for this man omg)

A/N: This is the first time in years that I've written a fanfiction so pls be kind 🙈

You had just finished filming the latest blockbuster, and the studio had arranged a promotional event to build hype for the movie. The concept was unique and promised to be a hit: a lie detector test featuring you and Hugh Jackman, your co-star. The aim was to show a fun and candid side of both of you, offering fans an intimate glimpse into your personalities.

You remembered your first day on set with Hugh vividly. It was a sunny morning, and you were a bundle of nerves, excited and anxious about working with such a celebrated actor. Hugh had approached you with his trademark warmth, extending a hand and offering a reassuring smile.

“Hi, I’m Hugh. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your work,” he said, his voice carrying a genuine note of friendliness.

You shook his hand, grateful for his easygoing nature. “I’m thrilled to be working with you, Hugh. I’ve been a fan for a long time.”

From that moment on, your chemistry on set was undeniable. Hugh’s professionalism and charm made every scene enjoyable, and your natural rapport translated effortlessly on screen. Between takes, you found yourselves sharing stories and jokes, the lines between your characters and real life blurring as you formed a close friendship. But behind your confident exterior, you felt a tug of nerves whenever he was near. Hugh Jackman wasn't just any actor; he was the embodiment of the older, charismatic figures you'd found attractive for as long as you could remember.

You had always known you had some form of daddy issues. Growing up with an emotionally absent father, you had a tendency to be drawn to older, authoritative figures. Hugh fit that mold perfectly, and being around him made you acutely aware of your attraction to him. His deep voice, his kind eyes, the way he carried himself with such ease...it all made your heart race.

Fast forward to the day of the lie detector test, the studio was buzzing with excitement. The set was designed to look sleek and modern, with a large, imposing lie detector machine at the center. Cameras were positioned to capture every angle, ensuring that no reaction or subtle expression would be missed by the audience.

You took your seat across from Hugh, who was already connected to the machine by Lou, the lie detector specialist. The studio lights reflected off his charismatic smile as he settled in, ready for the challenge.

“Ready for this, Hugh?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement and the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Just go easy on me, alright?”

You picked up the first question card, the icebreaker questions designed to set a light-hearted tone. You both took turns answering questions about your favorite movies, childhood memories, and behind-the-scenes antics from the movie set. The atmosphere was relaxed, filled with laughter and playful teasing, showcasing the easy relationship that had developed between you two.

Then, feeling a mischievous urge, you decided to go off-script.

“Okay, Hugh,” you said, leaning forward with a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. “How do you feel about people on the internet calling you ‘daddy’ or 'father'?”

Hugh raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the unexpected question. He took a moment to think before answering, “Well, I do have kids., so technically , I am a father.”

You tilted your head and smirked, not letting him off the hook that easily. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

Hugh chuckled, a deep, genuine laugh that filled the room. “Well, I don’t mind i guess” he admitted, glancing at Lou for confirmation.

Lou looked at the lie detector’s readings and nodded. “Truthful,” he confirmed.

“Good to know,” you said with a playful wink. “That was actually not a question on the cards. I just wanted to give the people with daddy issues what they want. You're so welcome.”

Hugh laughed again, biting his lip as he looked at you with a newfound appreciation. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You felt a thrill at the way he was looking at you, the playful banter taking a more intimate turn. “Just keeping things interesting,” you replied, your voice softening. Your heart pounded harder, realizing just how much he affected you. You could feel your palms sweating and hoped he wouldn't notice the slight tremor in your hands as you reached for the next question card.

The rest of the session continued in a similar vein, with flirtatious comments and lingering glances exchanged between questions. Each time Hugh's gaze lingered on you a bit longer, your heart raced a little faster. You tried to focus on the questions, but your mind kept drifting to the way he looked at you, the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket.

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As the interview came to an end, you both stood up, removing your microphones. The studio crew began to pack up, the hustle and bustle of the set slowly fading into the background. Hugh caught your eye and gave you a small, knowing smile.

“Hey, why don’t we head to the dressing room? We can talk more privately there,” he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Sure, sounds good.”

You both made your way through the winding corridors of the studio, your footsteps echoing in the quiet halls. As you approached the dressing rooms, the anticipation grew, every glance exchanged between you filled with unspoken tension.

Hugh opened the door to his dressing room, allowing you to step inside first. The room was cozy, with comfortable chairs and a small table with snacks and drinks. You took a seat, trying to calm your racing heart as Hugh closed the door behind him, shutting out the world outside.

He turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “You were great today,” he said, his voice low and sincere. He walked over to the small table and picked up a bottle of water, offering it to you. “Here, have some water. You’ve earned it.”

You accepted the bottle gratefully, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. The cool water was refreshing, helping to steady your nerves. Hugh sat down across from you, his gaze never wavering.

“You know,” he said, his tone turning playful, “I think you might be even more captivating off-screen than on. It’s quite a talent.”

You choked on your water, caught off guard by his flirtatious comment. Coughing slightly, you set the bottle down and tried to regain your composure. “Thanks, Hugh,” you managed to say, your cheeks flushing. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Hugh chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m glad to hear it. I was hoping I wasn’t being too forward.” He paused, letting his eyes sweep over your outfit. “That dress, by the way, is incredibly sexy. It’s been hard to concentrate all day.”

Your pulse quickened at his words, the compliment sending a rush of heat through you. “I—thank you,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. The tension between you crackled like electricity, the air thick with unspoken desire.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You really do look stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with that sexy australian accent. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all day.”

You felt a thrill at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, the sincerity in his voice, made it hard to breathe. “You’re not too bad yourself, Hugh,” you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Hugh smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made your stomach flip. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

The way he looked at you, the intensity of his gaze, made your breath catch. You could feel the tension building between you, the unspoken attraction simmering just below the surface. His hand moved from your hair to your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch.

"Hugh," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He didn't reply, but his eyes said everything. He was as caught up in this moment as you were. His other hand came up to cup your face, holding you gently but firmly. You could feel his breath against your lips, warm and inviting. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

His lips hovered just inches from yours, the anticipation almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the magnetic pull drawing you closer. His eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes, seeking permission, waiting for a sign.

You gave the slightest nod, a silent invitation. That was all he needed.

Slowly, as if savoring every second, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, testing the waters. The contact was gentle, almost feather-light, but it sent a wave of heat through your body. Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

The kiss deepened, growing more confident and demanding. His lips moved against yours with a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, igniting a fire within you. You responded eagerly, your body pressing closer to his, craving more of his touch.

His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer still. You could feel the strength in his grip, the possessive way he held you making your pulse quicken. The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, filled with unspoken promises and undeniable chemistry.

When he pulled you closer, you could feel his bulge pressing against you, the sensation igniting a fire deep within. A rush of heat surged through your body, making you aware of how much you craved him. Every nerve seemed to tingle with anticipation, and the space between you crackled with unspoken desire.

His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer as his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. The intensity of it made your knees weak, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for more. You could feel the evidence of his arousal, hard and demanding against your stomach, and it only fueled your longing. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, to feel every part of him.

Your breath quickened, each inhale filled with the intoxicating scent of him. Your hands moved with a mind of their own, sliding down his chest, over the taut muscles, until they reached his belt. Your fingers fumbled in your eagerness, trembling with the intensity of your desire. The thought of what was to come made your heart race, and you could feel the slickness between your thighs, a testament to how badly you needed him.

Just as you began to loosen his belt, Hugh’s hand covered yours, halting your movements. His grip was firm yet gentle, and the dominance in his touch made you shiver. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and ragged.

“Nu uh, not yet, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. His eyes bore into yours, dark with desire and filled with a fierce determination that made your pulse quicken even more. “I want to please you first.”

The promise in his words made your heart skip a beat, and the anticipation of what he was about to do was almost too much to bear. Your breath caught in your throat, and you let out a soft whimper, the need inside you growing more insistent.

His other hand slid down your body, fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips, igniting a trail of fire on your skin. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, and you arched into him, silently begging for more. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and focus, made you feel like the center of his world.

“Hugh, please,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless plea.

He smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made your stomach flip. “Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I want to savor every moment.”

Hugh's hands were firm but gentle as he gripped your thighs, lifting you with an effortless strength that made your breath hitch. He set you down on his desk, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from your skin. The room felt charged, every second stretching out as his intense gaze bore into you. Your heart raced, anticipation and desire coiling in your belly. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Can I take a look at your panties and take them off?" he asked, his voice husky and dripping with intent.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you bit your lip, your body responding to his every word. You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted, but he wasn't satisfied with your silent answer. "I need words, baby," he murmured, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. His eyes held a command that you couldn't ignore. "Yes," you finally breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to take them off, please."

A slow smile spread across his face, sending a thrill through you. He slid his hands under your dress, fingers brushing against your thighs as he lifted you slightly. With deliberate, teasing movements, he peeled your black lace panties down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles. The air felt electric, every touch sending sparks along your skin. His eyes roamed over your now-bare form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Did you plan for this to happen?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge. The question made your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You met his gaze, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "No," you admitted, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "My granny underwear is in the washing machine." The confession hung in the air, vulnerable and oddly intimate.

Hugh's grin widened, his eyes darkening with amusement and desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I think I prefer the lace," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through you. The tension between you was unbearable, an unspoken promise of what was to come.

He knelt before you, his eyes dark with hunger and intent. The anticipation made your breath quicken as he placed his strong hands on your thighs, gently parting them and lifting them onto his broad shoulders. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, filled with a confident, almost predatory desire. He paused for a moment, giving you a sexy look that sent shivers down your spine, before dipping his head between your legs.

The first touch of his mouth against you was like nothing you'd ever felt. You gasped, your body arching towards him as his warm breath and skillful tongue explored your most sensitive spots. He started slowly, teasing you with soft strokes, his lips and tongue moving with practiced expertise. The sensation was incredible, each flick and swirl driving you wild. When he began to suck on your clit, a moan escaped your lips, the pleasure so intense it felt like fire coursing through your veins.

You'd never been with an older man before, and the thrill of his experience, his confidence, heightened every sensation. His touch was commanding yet tender, a perfect balance that made you melt under his ministrations. His tongue moved in amazing patterns, drawing you closer to the edge with every motion. The excitement of this new experience mixed with the raw pleasure, making your moans louder and more frequent.

Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside you. They filled you perfectly, curling just right to hit that sweet spot. The sudden intrusion made you gasp and clutch at his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands. As you tugged, a deep, primal groan rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating against you. The sensation was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His fingers worked in rhythm with his tongue, and you felt a building pressure, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. The combination of his skilled mouth and the fullness of his fingers was overwhelming, pushing you towards the brink. You could feel his own enjoyment in the way he groaned against you, his voice low and resonant, spurring you on. Every touch, every movement, felt deliberate and precise, as if he knew exactly what you needed, where to touch to make you come undone.

As the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, you couldn't hold back. Your hips bucked against his mouth, your hands gripping his hair even tighter. His fingers and tongue moving faster, more insistent. The feel of his mouth and hands on you, sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, and then you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. The release was overwhelming, leaving you breathless and trembling. He continued to pleasure you through it all, his touch gentle but unrelenting, until you were spent and utterly satisfied.

As you came down from the high, your breaths ragged, he finally lifted his head. His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sight of him, lips glistening with your pleasure, sent a final shiver down your spine.

You were still catching your breath, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, when Hugh pulled back and licked his lips, savoring the taste of you. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss. The sensation was intoxicating; you could taste yourself on his tongue, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you'd just shared. His fingers trailed back to your core, seeking to reignite the fire, but you pulled away, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

"Please, Hugh," you panted, your voice laced with desperation. "I'm begging you, I need to feel you inside me right now, or I'm going to go crazy." The urgency in your voice was undeniable,your body aching with unfulfilled desire.

He chuckled softly, the sound a dark, velvety caress that made your skin tingle. "Oh, my poor princess can't wait to have Daddy inside her," he teased, his words dripping with amusement and lust. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, making you bite your lip. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

"Oh, so you really like being called Daddy, huh?" you purred, a teasing edge to your voice. "Well, I can arrange that for you." Your words were a playful challenge, a promise of more to come.

Hugh's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he pulled you into another heated kiss, his mouth claiming yours with a possessive intensity. As he kissed you, his hands deftly moved to unbuckle his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle and the rustle of fabric sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. You watched with bated breath as he stripped off his pants and shirt, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath. When your eyes fell on his impressive length, a gasp escaped your lips, louder than you'd intended. The sight of him, so big and ready, made your heart race and your core throb with need.

Hugh noticed your reaction and smirked, a dark, knowing look in his eyes. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We'll take our time." He reached out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek, the touch tender in contrast to the raw passion between you.

As he stood before you, your eyes roamed over his body, drinking in the sight of his defined abs and broad, muscular chest. You couldn't help but stare at how well-built he was. "God, Hugh," you breathed, your voice filled with awe. "You're so sexy. I can't believe how ripped you are for your age." Your hand traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the hard planes of his torso. "These abs, this body... it's incredible." You looked up at him, biting your lip, the admiration in your eyes unmistakable.

He laughed and positioned himself between your legs, his hands sliding under your thighs to pull you closer. You felt his tip graze your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you. You couldn't help but moan, your body arching towards him, craving more. He paused, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and desire. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

"Yes," you breathed, barely able to form words. "Keep going, please." Your voice was laced with anticipation and desperation, the need for him overwhelming.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Hugh began to push inside you. The stretch was intense, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as he filled you inch by inch. Your nails dug into his biceps, your fingers curling around the hard muscle as you adjusted to his size. "Oh my god, Hugh," you moaned, your voice breathless. "Fuck, you're so big."

A wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Call me Daddy, baby," he murmured, his voice a deep, commanding growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Daddy," you whimpered, the word slipping from your lips like a plea. The sound seemed to fuel him, his hips snapping forward, burying himself fully inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and fullness that left you gasping.

As Hugh began to thrust in and out, setting a rhythm that drove you wild, the intensity of the moment heightened. The pleasure was almost too much, your back arching, head tilting back. Hugh noticed, concern flickering in his eyes. He reached up, cradling the back of your head with one strong hand, his touch gentle and protective. "Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Don't want you hurting yourself against the wall." The tender gesture made your heart flutter even as your body surged with lust.

He continued to move, each thrust deep and deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours. The connection between you was electric, every movement synchronized, every breath shared. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he set a slow, torturous rhythm. The pleasure built with each stroke, an intoxicating crescendo that left you breathless and begging for more.

Hugh's thumb found your clit, and he began to rub tight, precise circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your already overwhelmed body. Your breath hitched, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips in a breathless chant, a plea and a prayer. He picked up the pace, each thrust harder, more demanding, driving you wild with need.

"Come for me, princess," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me."

The combination of his deep, commanding voice and the skillful movements of his fingers and hips was too much. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your body convulsing around him as the orgasm tore through you. You cried out, the pleasure so intense it left you shaking.

Hugh groaned, the sound low and primal, as he felt you tighten around him. His movements became erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own release. With a deep moan, he followed you over the edge, his release hot and deep inside you. The sensation sent a final wave of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms faded, Hugh leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips gentle and tender. The touch was a sweet contrast to the raw, passionate encounter you'd just shared. His hands caressed your skin, soothing you as you both came down from the high, the connection between you lingering in the air.

The room was silent except for your labored breaths, the intensity of the moment leaving you both in awe. Hugh pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the soft whispers of comfort and affection made you feel cherished and adored. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy that left you both craving more.

Just as you were catching your breath, a loud knock echoed from the door, making you both jump. You barely had time to react before you heard Ryan's voice, muffled but clear. "Hey, guys, next time be more subtle, okay?" His tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the hint of amusement. You blushed furiously, burying your face in Hugh's chest as he chuckled softly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Noted," Hugh called back, his voice laced with humor. He looked down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guess we'll have to be quieter next time, huh, princess?" He stroked your cheek tenderly, his expression softening. The playful moment broke the tension, leaving you both laughing softly, the bond between you stronger than ever.

[sevikaskittygf]

officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

[hellcatsrtt]

“A break”

With a relationship, comes hardships to overcome.

¡!s.gojo x gn!reader

¡notes! wrote this whilst on the plane, pls no judge ;-;

“WELL I DIDN’T THINK SPENDING TIME WITH MY FRIEND WOULD MAKE YOU SO MAD BABY, FOR FUCKS SAKE!” Satoru ran his fingers through his hair as he yelled at you. His anger, clearly rising the more he spoke.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT SATORU, I LITERALLY ASKED YOU TO MAKE DINNER AND YOU COMPLETELY IGNORED ME TO GO TO SUGURU’S HOUSE!” You stood up from the couch yelling back, just as loud, eyes gradually filling with water, threatening to fall at any given moment.

“Oh my god give me a break.” He stuffed his hands in his face, instantly regretting the words that just came out of his mouth. Sighing loudly, he manspreaded his long legs across his side of the XL L-shaped couch. Before standing up to approach you.

“Baby, I didn’t mean that.” He gently grabbed your chin, tilting it so he could look into your eyes. His regret hitting even harder as he noticed your tears. Falling from your eyes, making you look beuatiful, but that did not matter because you were crying from his wrong doings.

You looked at him, unsure of how to respond. You felt hurt. Hurt not just because of what he had just said. But because you were letting all his actions from the past two weeks,sink in and hit you hard. With all its strength.

You turned your head to the side, unleashing yourself from Satoru’s hold. Sniffling softly as more tears began cascading down your cheeks.

“No, gojo. Maybe you’re right. I’ll give you a break.” You turned to look at him, weakly smiling as he looked at you. Immense guilt and horror leaking from him.

“Baby, baby no what do you mean? I- I was just heated. I didn’t mean anything i said.” He ran to hold you by both your wrists, crouching down so he was fully, face to face with you.

“It’s not what you’ve said, you know, it’s what you’ve done too.” You whispered, trying to release yourself from his grip.

“Is it because I was with Suguru? I- you want me to stop talking to him? I don’t care,I’ll do it. It’s you, it’s only you that I want.” He was now fully kneeling down on the floor, sobbing harshly as his arms travelled all around your body, his body falling limp onto your legs.

“I’m going to Shoko’s tonight.” You finally managed to get off his tight grip, walking towards the door to the apartment.

“No- Baby, please.” He sobbed chasing after you at the door. Ready to put his shoes on and follow you, wherever you went.

“Satoru Gojo.” You turned to face him again, eyes meeting his. Seeing them bloodshot and filled with tears made you feel bad. But right now, he should be the one feeling bad not you. “Leave me alone, just for tonight. I said I’m going to Shoko’s, so I’m going there. You won’t change my mind about that. I’ll come back when- when I think is best. Please Satoru, leave me alone, for me.”

He looked into your eyes, desperate for the words I’m joking, lets go to bed to come out of your mouth. But they didn’t, he watched your body slip out of the black door. His vision turning blurry, breathe quickening and soon enough, he couldn’t take it.

“FUCK!” He shouted, punching the wall beside him, causing a large dent to be imprented on it. Turning to the glass vase beside him, he smashed it right on the floor. Then proceeded to walk straight through it. He didn’t care. He did not care, because you were not with him.

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Eventually, Satoru fell asleep at around 6 am in your shared bed. On your side of the bed, stuffing his face in your pillow to smell the scent of your shampoo and conditioner which rubbed off onto it. He regretted it. So bad. For ever being mean to you. For shouting at you.

After the small incident that had occurred after you left. He called housekeeping to clean his mess, before grabbing his coat to follow you.

And follow you, did he do.

He watched you as you quietly cried, walking down the secluded streets which had been lit up by the dim yellow streetlights and the few shops that were still open at this time.

He watched you as you stopped walking. Turning to face a store. A korean fried chicken store. The korean fried chicken store you guys always ate from on every anniversary.

He watched as more tears fell from your face, and you turned, walking- no probably running at this point, to get to Shoko’s.

He watched you take your phone out, and fortunately from his six eyes, he could see what you were doing.

He watched as you scroll through your camera roll, admiring the pictures you had with him.

He watches as you enter the apartment complex and walk to Shoko’s door. Yet again, thankfully for his six eyes, he knows you safely went into Shoko’s house. But then again, he alao watched you crumble in her arms as you cried. Because of him.

The next morning, he waited for you. Dark circles slowly forming under his eyes. He leaned against the cold marble counter. His body lacking the usual strong and confident aura, rather radiating a mournful energy.

He didn’t move from that spot for 7 hours.

Morning became evening and he still didn’t see you enter the apartment which you two called ‘home’ . He was growing worried and debated wether or not to go to Shoko’s house where he knew you were, but he knew that doing so would probably anger you, since if you were gone for this long already. You most likely needed the time.

So he confided into calling Suguru to ask if he’d heard from either the two of you.

“Nah sorry I haven’t, want me to call them?” He asked, wanting to help his best friend who sounded very much stressed.

“Please.” Satoru responded barely above a whisper.

“I’m going to come over. Be there in 15’.”

He laid his head down on his arms, staring blankly at the large windows. Remembering how you would always gasp at the views every night even though you saw them, everyday.

Soon enough, a knock ringed around the apartment entry hallway.

Satoru walked up to open the door, assuming it was Suguru. But infact, it was not Suguru.

It was you.

Back hunched, hair messy, clothes smelly, teeth unbrushed. He stared at you, unmoving for a few seconds before capturing you in his arms.

Holding you so strongly, to the point you thought you would burst. He showered you with numbers of compliments and apologies. His cerulean eyes gleeming as they met yours.

He didn’t care if you wouldn’t accept his apology yet, all he cared was that you were with him.

After a couple minutes of taking in his affirmation, you both walked to the living room, sitting on the couch. Satoru getting as close as possible to you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking at your hands which were unterlocked with Satoru’s larger ones.

“No- no you shouldn’t be sorry, i’m the one at fault, im the one to blame-“

Before he could say anymore, you captyred hus lips, giving him a kiss which was not the usual sensualones you would give each other, but rather gave the message across of it’s okay, I forgive you.

After the kiss ended. You both ended up laying on the couch, your head laying on hus broad chest as you heard his hesrt beat softly accompanying his comforting breathing. Letting you know that he’s here, with you.

The same goes for Satoru, he has his arm tracing you from your upper thigh, to your lower back, all the way to your neck.

It stayed silent like that as you enjoyed eachothers reassuring presence. Eventually, both of you slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of eachother…

[lunavrse]

DREAM GIRL

CHARLES LECLERC

summary ★ : charles decides to take a page out of justin bieber's book. let's see how that works out for him.

category ★ : smau.

notes ★ : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. everything is fake and unrealistic but thank you delusion. terrible flirting and the usual type of jokes/language you see on the internet.

me basically:

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youruser so proud of ﹫yourbestfriend, she absolutely killed it and even took some cool pictures of me💚🥂 new video coming 🔜

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yourbestfriend thank you for coming my love💚

youruser always😘

yourbestfriend it's not hard when you have such a gorgeous subject

youruser thank yewww

user6 stunning 😍

user12 you look amazing and ﹫yourbestfriend did fantastic!

user89 THE DRESS🤩

youruser i knowww, it's from meshki

user3 you're a beauty

user62 i need to know where the dress is from 🙏

youruser it's from meshki !

user56 can't wait to stare at the screen for the next few hours

user47 isn't her videos usually like 20~45 minutes?

user56 i know what i said

user1 oh !

user9 she did her big one😌

user11 pretty!

yourfriend serving face and body

youruser 🤍🤍🤍

user24 face card is lethal

user61 ﹫charles_leclerc

user60 ❤️🔥

user77 can we get a little commotion for the dress🗣️🗣️

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charles_leclerc who is she? if anyone knows, please tag her.

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user4 nah, this guy

user26 this is crazy.

user92 WHAT IS GOING ON ?!!?!!

user5 is this real? like am i actually seeing this?

user15 he's got to have been hacked

user25 ain't no way

user13 actively going insane thanks to this actually.

user8 giving me flashbacks to december 8th, 2015

user14 i've got ptsd 😭

user10 from what? the war?

user49 bros acting like they were in a war💀

user8 it was a tough time to be a jb fan 😭

user3 IM CRYING

maxverstappen1 is this who we are, is this what we represent??

user3 max is done💀💀

charles_leclerc i said i had a plan, not that it was a good one mate

user1 wish it was me he's looking for

user45 that's me!

user86 in your dreams maybe

user58 get over yourself<3

user20 ﹫youruser

user67 She's so pretty, I want to cry

user76 she's so pretty, i want her

user48 ^^two types of people

user93 my brother in christ, stand up!!!

user50 BRO FORGOT HE'S FAMOUS😭🔥🗣️

user07 he's just like me fr

user84 mans is moving mad📢

user100 this is embarrassing

user34 think im gonna be sick

user30 don't be so dramatic

user51 i don't blame her

user70 she's obviously the prettiest girl ever🙄

user68 ﹫youruser !

user97 that's me !

user59 I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now

user31 side eye

user29 who is she? she's stunning

user40 why is my fav youtuber in this picture

user46 iconic actually

user17 I know we can't see her face clearly, but she's serving

user21 i know her!

user37 what's her ﹫

user21 it's ﹫youruser, i follow her

user101 i want harry styles to do this but with me

user88 me too lol

user65 this is down bad behaviour

user201 thanks for ruining my day 👍

user248 it's giving wattpad vibes

user119 charles, look at me, this isn't you, think about the kids

user996 i was genuinely scared this was a hard launch

user123 alexa play that should be me

user8 how ironic

user147 ﹫youruser

user313 that's my girlfriend ﹫youruser

user05 praying for this girl cause the toxic charles fans, yikes😬

user000 gonna be delusional and pretend it's me 😁

user128 see i was so excited when i saw the notif and now i'm just 😐

user01 i cried when i saw this post btw

user306 imagine he posted a pic of asking who u are ﹫user43

user43 pls i would cry

user61 ﹫youruser

user007 idk and idc

user400 this is me if you even care

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youruser hello new people, where'd y'all come from?

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yourbestfriend do you not check your notifications or...

youruser you know i don't

user245 girl...

user4 im in love with you lol

user500 just came from ur yt video, i'm so glad you had fun at the event!

user16 so this is the girl my husband is leaving me for🥲

user04 charles leclerc in her likes😭😭😭 ooh i'm sick

user287 then you're not gonna like this... he's flirting w her

user04 just fell to my knees in despair

user61 so real for that last slide

user56 pretty😍

youruser tysm pretty girl🤎

user791 charles mfing leclerc posted you!?!!!

user792 charles mfing leclerc liked!!

user793 charles mfing leclerc commented!!!

friend3 let's kiss 💋

youruser 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

user005 i too wish to kiss all the pretty girls

user800 idk what's going on rn but i loved your latest video, you and yourbestfriend were so cute and seeing you guys backstage together was sooo wholesome

user494 the part where they saw each other and started hyping each other up was my favourite

use712 her looking up a makeup tutorial 2 hours before she had to leave was so me

user55 he's in her likes y'all!

user942 thanks bud, i would never had noticed without u

user039 oh so she's dumb and ugly 😒

user44 and you're bitter and jealous...

user91 CHARLES LECLERC KNOWS YOU EXIST

use222 I wanna kiss you too 😞

user777 personally, i came from yt

user420 hi *louder than everybody else*

user311 what lip liner are you wearing babes?

youruser ﹫makeupbymario brown lip liner : )

user42 need a makeup tutorial!!!

charles_lerclerc my fault 🧍‍♂️

youruser i'll let it slide cause you're cute

charles_leclerc you think i'm cute? giggling, kicking my feet

youruser and blushing?

charles_leclerc mhmm, yeah

user0 THEY'RE FLIRTING!!!!

user456 deffo flerting

user942 YEAH?!???!!!!

user011 you guys know dms exist right???

user0 damn, i wanted to see this play out more 😭

user811 chill, my man is on this app

user35 she a baddie she know she a ten

user555 face card is never declining 😍

user411 do i want to date you or be you?

user87 so real!

user05 so we all saw them flirt right?

user942 yes😭

user28 STAY AWAY FROM HIM

user69 GET A JOB (directed to you user28)

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youruser day(s) n night(s)

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user103 nottt her trying to be sneaky👀

yourbestfriend am i seriously losing you to a MAN???

youruser 'm always urs pooks💚

yourbestfriend tell loverboy that

user656 charles' new nickname is 🔥

user48 the way charles was here in the first few minutes of her posting💀

charles_leclerc et le prix de la plus belle fille te revient [and the award for the most beautiful girl goes to you]

youruser merci beau garçon

user12 Them speaking French to each other is all that I'm thinking about rn.

user707 A YT MAN?!?!?! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!!

user349 wish she was calling me a beautiful boy 😭

use117 i see you 4th slide, studious queen🤧

user824 charles try not to be a simp challenge

user107 level : IMPOSSIBLE

user41 ﹫user23 50 quid that's charles

user23 do you think i'm stupid?

user41 do you want an honest answer or?

user23 do you want to tell me your lastest test score or?

user41 ...

user23 yeah that's what i thought

user662 noooo pls don't be who i think it is

user35 she a baddie with her baddie friend(s)

user723 okay but the lashes ate💅🏾

user991 this is so weird, why are you posting him?

user75 you don't even know if that's him and you're already being defensive over a man who don't want you or even know you exist? don't pmo. get off her page!!!

user940 me when😔

user129 what about us?

user130 what about everything we've been through

user329 who is that man girl

user477 so are we just gonna ignore charles' comment or...

user452 just made me even more sure that it's him

user02 pretty girl<3

user170 if my future boyfriend don't bring me flowers on the first date, i don't want him🙅🏽‍♀️

user244 we get it, for some reason charles leclerc wants you😒

user311 ugh,,, the lip look always eats

user710 real, I'm obsessed

user536 is that charles?

user537 be serious, that is not happening

user539 ok 😐👍

user536 i actually can't be sirius, he's dead. hope this helps👍

user863 imagine that's not him and we're all just being crazy

user37 if that's not him, he's probably crying

user11 shittt, I would too, look at her

user29 he's probably the guy in the photos

user163 we all saw that interview right? it's definitely him

user288 yass, he looked so cute

user565 enough about charles, can we focus on how pretty she and her friends are??

user479 10s across the board fr

user504 I thought you were for the girls 😭

user716 i'm calling it now, that's a date w leclerc

user231 you look stunning 😍

user406 anyone noticed how he liked? he wouldn't do that if she went out on a date with someone else right?

user410 only everybody with eyes?

alex_albon yeah, no, he would be sobbing in a corner if that wasn't him

user410 ARIANA (Alex) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

use535 so he couldn't have fumbled, right....

user534 well...

user210 alex is just here to create chaos and honestly, i respect that

user73 please don't post your man again😒

user66 real!!! i come here to see you not him🥲

user711 love to see women getting treated right 😌

user385 slide 6 made me sick to my stomach

user858 he brought her flowers😫

user132 PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE

user705 that HAS to be him

user701 you never know, sometimes he is his own worst enemy

user898 did NOT 🚫❌ like this

user999 what if this was my last straw

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allthingsleclerc local (monégasque) man seen out with mystery woman who sources claim is yn

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user624 why is she still serving while blurred

user210 liked by pierregasly 🫣

user833 charles' friends are exposing him 💀

user0 that's definitely ﹫youruser

user04 serving cunt and he's there ig

user547 just becoz it's blurred doesn't mean you can't tell that it's her

user622 he looks miserable, he doesn't like her😭

user595 what? are you of sound mind?

lunavrse pls don't look too closely at the picture 😴

user923 What's the square root of 64?💅🏾

user700 they're just minding their business, why can't y'all do the same?

user674 it's a public place

user700 ☝️🤓 it's a pUbLIc PLaCe

user103 no bc they're lowk matching 😭

user933 it's so over😭😭

user72 that's so cute🥰 who wants to have a sleepover on the highway with me?

user33 that could just be a coincidence?

user172 i actually don't care but THAT DRESS, i need to know where she got it from

user32 oh ! i didn't realise that she was actually his type

user79 ... i wish there was a side eye emoji

user18 oh that's not-

user32 nonono in a sense that he usually dates like brunettes

use499 wdym, 'm pretty sure she is brunette?

user03 we know what you meant lol

user270 wish i could live in delusion

user320 he's probably paying for everything 🙄

user419 and? he's literally a millionaire, if he wants to spend his money on his (alleged) girlfriend let him. it's not your money

user232 girl, pipe down

user890 I don't see the problem?

user52 why do you assume that? do you know her financial situation? or you a close friend of either of theirs who knows what's going on? if the answer to these questions are no, shut the fuck up, thanks<3 peace and light to you.

user562 try not to say mother

user587 [failed]

user612 Why can't she stay away from him?

user258 why can't you mind yr business?

user718 first picture of them out together and they look great

user106 her rn: damn i'm the only bitch serving cunt here😭😭 omg😭 i'm so embarrassedd😭😭😭

user211 she should be at the club, not on gossip pages😭

user261 fuck she looks too good, i wanna kms

user211 real

user586 took a social media break and came back to this😃 great !

user404 i wanna say parents🤭

user648 this actually made my day

user446 Gonna sleep on the tracks tonight🥰

youruser and you're kenough for me❤️

charles_leclerc thank you barbie !

most beautiful barbie ever❤️

landonorris this ken's job is simp

charles_leclerc you'd be a simp too if you could actually date such a stunning woman but you can't 🫶

landonorris you're a cruel, cruel man

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youruser me gusta la mar🏖️

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yourbestfriend wish i was on a boat right now😔

youruser i literally invited you and you said no?

yourbestfriend i have to face unimaginable horror (work)

user12 that boat looks familiar

yourbestfriend you look stunning babes💚

youruser tysm, means the most coming from uuu pookie 💚

use501 forget about charles and give me one(1) chance pls

charles_leclerc me gustas tú

user779 SCREAMING

user784 chill, it's a song lyric

user779 yeah but have you heard the song???

charles_leclerc gorgeous view, and the sea looks good too i suppose

youruser my view was much better but thank you<3

charles_leclerc i doubt that. je pourrais te regarder pendant des heures sans jamais me lasser. [i could look at you for hours and never get bored]

user055 someone is coming for your smooth operator title ﹫carlossainz55

user964 Charles Rizzclerc???

yourbestfriend she's screaming btw

youruser no i'm not

yourbestfriend then why do i have a vn of you screaming?

charles_leclerc 😊

user96 it's quiet🤐... no back talk

user71 stay focused my brothers, we must stay focused

user53 i am looking respectfully, i promise

user131 when will someone tell me the things he says to her🙃

user677 everytime you post a picture my jaw drops

yourfriend oh my gorgeous coco butter melanated caramel skinned goddess, please notice me🙏🏾

youruser oh you've got jokes🤨

yourbestfriend GOODBYE😭 im showing this to ur man

yourfriend you really thought you did suttin🤣 he knows who he's dating😋

user22 I would sacrifice my favourite duck plushie for just one chance to be in your presence 🙇‍♀️

youruser that's so sweet yet so disturbing pls keep your plush safe

user22 Yes queen, whatever you say 🫡

user803 if you look close enough, you can see me drowning myself in the ocean 🤗

user70 forget vroom vroom boy n give a g(ay)irl a chance😫

user312 charles in his simp era

use314 love to sea it

user312 that's a terrible pun and i hate that i laughed

user2 you know who has a boat??? charles

user057 the way that you're actually glowing in these🫠

user717 i love the hat, it just kinda brings the whole thing together

lilymhe you look amazing! and i love the bikini!

youruser tysm🫶🏾 i love u!!!

user742 a friendship i never knew i needed

user335 Since when did Lily and Yn know each other??

user386 since they're both wags, it only makes sense

user360 but yn's not a wag

user386 yet

user109 hi lol

user634 her body is teaaa

user7 did someone say body-ody-ody-ody

user19 he can do so much better than you

user482 I know you want him but I can be so much better than him in so many ways, I swear, please please please please *begs excessively*

user888 Does Charles have her post notifications on or what?

user938 i'd say yes cause how else would he like her posts so fast

user064 the swimsuit is everythinggg

user229 it's giving hot girl summer ⛱️

user177 i could start a whole new ocean with the amount of tears i've cried

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charles_leclerc me gusta el viento

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user905 he knows exactly what he's doing

user200 Not him having the exact same meal picture as her

user080 let's talk about the matching captions

user621 most beautiful man I've ever seen

youruser me gustas tú

user331 Y'ALL ARE NOT SLICK

user331 in fact, you're both so sick for playing with us like this

user774 we know you like the wind, we've seen your hair

user405 jajajaja

user607 okay, you might have nibbled with this a little

user775 jail!!! do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars

user379 what she said wasn't even that bad nor untrue

youruser now THIS is a view. tu as ta place au louvre avec toutes les autres grandes œuvres d'art. (you belong in the louvre with all the other great works of art)

charles_leclerc oh ! thank you, i am so normal about you and this comment

pierregasly great, now he's glitching and going crazy in the group chat again

user2 AGAIN?!?

alex_albon spoiler alert ⚠️ he was not normal about this

user125 who blames him? not me. instead, i am insanely jealous

user457 WHY ARE THEY BOTH BREAKING OUT INSANE LEVELS OF RIZZ?

user508 oh he's so fine🤤

user933 the matching captions and matching replies,,, god I'm NOT your strongest soldier

user36 yesss king, give us beach!!!!

user078 well, boat but yes!!!

user649 he said im speeding up the soft launch

user573 by 0.25x speed

user649 at least it's something?

user378 honestly i will take these crumbs instead of absolutely nothing

user269 i LOVE crumbs 🤤 mmhmm😋

user120 is really considered a soft launch when they make comments like THAT?

user801 someone sedate me, im unwell🤒

user903 he's trying to thirst trap us into ignoring the 4th slide

user754 well it's working😫

user028 charles!!! te amo 😘

user753 gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure like a rat/mouse with a giant block of cheese

user136 One like and I'll drown myself.

user112 why did you like it🤨

user136 Damn Nessa, mind ur business😐, why did YOU🫵🏽 like it?

user388 them posting sea/boat pics on the same day? THEY'RE TOGETHER

user33 hear me out, it could be a coincidence

user388 *shakes you violently* HOW MANY COINCIDENCES DO YOU NEED

user770 i think we're focusing a little too much on the wrong thing here

user911 if i said what i was thinking, i'd be banned from this app.

user762 can't wait to see you at the next race! praying for a podium finish🙏!

user63 Who are you taking pictures of Charles???

user894 Gee that's a tough one/s

user720 he didn't really think we'd ignore the 4th slide

user402 i am here to do some good ole fashion SLUT shaming🗣️📢

user309 Love them trying to out-compliment each other

user61 he has such a gorgeous smile

user7 actual post of you and ﹫youruser when?

user633 nobody wants to see that

use105 speak for yourself

user708 😍😍

user808 i don't know who's luckier, her or him

user809 both, both is good

user007 hope you're having fun destroying my heart😭😭

user169 charles please, please, do you need a dog because i swear i can bark. in fact i am barking and drooling violently rn

user196 you really get me

user45 he's taking pictures of me y'all 🫶🏼

user502 🥵🔥

user19 you can do so much better than her, i promise

user67 i cried a little when i saw your post of her was still up

user64 I feel like a Victorian man™ seeing a woman's ankle for the first time 😵‍💫

user664 feeling like how teachers think boys feel when seeing a girl's shoulders

user325 don't forget to keep applying sunscreen!

user04 he's so pretty, i'm sick to my stomach.

user758 he tryna kill people i swear

user99 honestly, i think he looks so at peace/happy and i'm grateful for that

user74 you're honestly ruining my life by not being mine 😭😭😭

user981 that looks like too much food for 1 person

user523 that's because im with him🤗

user296 screaming, crying, throwing up, banging my head against the wall, wailing like a banshee.

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charles_leclerc play all mine by brent faiyaz

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user39 just fell to my knees in a Walmart

youruser this is not the soft launch we agreed on mon bijou

charles_leclerc just wanted to show you off mon ange

youruser oh !

user505 ALL MINE BY BRENT FAIYAZ!??!! oh it's really over 😭

landonorris can't even get picture creds for the 4th slide

user444 you didn't even get a reply 💀 everybody point 🫵🏼 and laugh

landonorris just looked at your bio and it says ln4, i really is your own fans😞

user528 can't believe she invented green 😮‍💨

user553 them in the photobooth, fuck, is it hot🥵🥵 in here orrr

youruser who is she???

charles_leclerc oh you know, just the love of my life

youruser kicking my feet, smiling SO hard right now. je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime.

charles_leclerc je t'aime encore plus mon ange❤️ (i love you even more my angel)

user378 The launch we've been waiting for

user957 the way they're looking at each other, parting my hair with a knife 🤪

youruser you're obsessed with me

charles_leclerc well, yes! am i not supposed to be??

user39 no shame in admitting it, i respect that🤷🏽‍♂️

user291 serving cunt like she got a master's degree in cuntology from servington universitea

user239 charles, can you fight because i feel like i'm gonna steal your girl

charles_leclerc ... you have five seconds to delete this🙂

user805 If I speak...

user806 charles would probably block you

user575 charlessss i can make you happier, trust me

youruser no, i don't think i will

user575 my bad girl, didn't think you'd see this.

maxverstappen1 you guys are so sickening, please get a room

charles_leclerc who even invited you???

youruser wow max, i thought you liked us

maxverstappen1 YOU DID

maxverstappen1 not enough to watch you both be so touchy sorry

yourbestfriend my stunning girl💚

charles_leclerc i think you mean, MY girl

yourbestfriend i'm not arguing with you, ﹫youruser please come get your man

youruser i think 'm gonna stay out of this...

user332 when will someone post me to my fav brent faiyaz song🫤

user333 manifesting getting posted to stay down 🕯️🙏🏾🕯️🙏🏾🕯️🙏🏾

user334 my wedding song frfr😩

user018 why did daddy's home start playing 🛐

user12 FINALLY

user618 is your girlfriend single?

charles_leclerc read that first part again for me

user466 KHCJTSURS 5HE HARED LAWNCH

user540 not one word spelt correctly, open the schools!!!

user843 who is cutting onions😭😭???

user785 HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

charles_leclerc feeling really blessed 🙏🏻

user912 this is so unserious 💀

user440 love love love 😘

user54 love a black woman from infinity to infinity!!!

user113 in the words of dove cameron, i could be a better boyfriend than him. trust🙏🏾

user53 NOOOO YN come back to meeee!!!

charles_leclerc i think she's good here, next to me

user17 can't breathe!!!

user17 hottest gf alive

user17 she looks too good i can't breathe 🫠

user27 showed this to my therapist and she's finally gonna let me kill myself

user065 to be shown off like this,,, i beg

pierregasly the fact that we were together in the last slide...

charles_leclerc but is this a friend group hard launch?

user513 call this hard launch an ugly twink the way it cannot be topped

use488 CALL IT WHAT NOW🎤🎤

user83 the wording is CRAZY

user48 not Charles beefing with everyone in love w his girl💀💀

user259 just bought a whole house with the 1st pic. her face card is insane

user613 kissin the screen😙

charles_leclerc kissing her👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

youruser ok that's enough

user613 oooohhhh you got scolded 🫵

user6 LETS GO TO PARIS😋

user084 the audacity to use that emoji, ijbol

user40 i hate you

user40 i'm sorry that was jealousy speaking, so happy for you❤️

user069 i - no words

user675 charles, I heard she throws rocks at orphans

charles_leclerc i'm not an orphan but she can hit me😊

arthur_leclerc NO SHAME😭

youruser i do not throw rocks at children, ﹫charles_leclerc hi

user675 yeah, i lied but he's something...

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youruser think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else...

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user73 didn't i say don't post your man 🥲

charles_leclerc who is that guy?

youruser he's just this guy i'm hopelessly in love with

charles_leclerc he's very lucky❤️

youruser we both are❤️

user23 we all know who it is girl🤣🤣🤣

charles_leclerc i can't believe you didn't post a single picture of me where my face is visible 😪

youruser i hate you, you know we agreed on the soft launch

charles_leclerc you hate me? so enemies to lovers😏

youruser 🤦🏾‍♀️

user704 she's so mean to him, what does he even see in her

user202 you know there's this thing called banter and he's a grown man who can make his own decisions?

user525 can't wait for the future videos of her at any of the grand prix races

user4 he's got a grip on you in every picture i've seen of y'all together so far, like chill lil bro, she's not gon run away🤣🤣🤣

user206 he's actually just like me bc if she was my girl...

yourbestfriend the best launch because we don't have to see his face

user180 ur so real ily

yourbestfriend jokes, but I'm happy for you both💚

youruser love you💚

user16 i'm so😭 happy😭 for you😭 both😭

user444 lover gyal era!

user407 must be nice to young, sexy and in love

youruser it really is🥰

user350 do y'all need a third, a dog, a maid, or anything really because i can do it all!

user110 shattered.

user12 feeling giddy asf like i'm the one who got posted😵‍💫

user61 you two look great together😊

youruser thank you aoife🤎

user61 you KNOW MY NE?$?$?_? SHE KNOWS MY NAME JEJEJEJ IM SCREAKING

user08 lord, i see what you've done for others 🙏🏼

user940 when will it be me.(with you)

charles_leclerc never, not even in the next thousand lifetimes 🤣

user838 CHARLES???

user839 OHMYDAYS?!?!

user516 the rope in my backyard looks so tempting

user133 I love k. so much

user48 feet? for free? in this economy?

lilymhe leave him for me, let's run away together💒

youruser packing my bags 🛍️

charles_leclerc ﹫alex_albon please come get your girlfriend

alex_albon lily... what is this

lilymhe as the saying goes, never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your wife

charles_leclerc NOT MY GIRLFRIEND THO

youruser boooo tomato tomato tomato i'm throwing tomatoes🍅🍅🍅

charles_leclerc mon ange???

user909 lily was cooking ♨️🍳

user102 remember everyone, he is NOT a mountain, he CAN be moved!

user00 Donatella VERSACE💜

user6 i love the eiffel tower

user315 because you're parisian, right????

user57 i don't think that's the reason💀💀

user510 do you want another boyfriend?

user204 i just think it really weird that you're not posting his face when he literally posted multiple pictures of you on his account, like what are you hiding?

user832 i think it's weird that you don't know how to mind your own business? like it's crazy that you think you're entitled to a reason. this is her account to do what she wants with it, even if she posted him, you'd complain. so please, just shut up.

user278 not my boyfriend having the audacity to steal my girlfriend from me🫤

user98 honestly if I looked like her, i would not know how to act

user122 facts

landonorris what is with you and your boyfriend not giving credit for pictures i take???

youruser this isn't about you right now🫶🏾

user444 at least you got a response this time

landonorris again, for someone who has ln4 in their bio, you sure like to bully me

user444 you think this is bullying? i can actually bully you if you want

landonorris no, i'm good👋🏻

user303 that one girl was right about you liking the wind a lil too much

user926 yeah this is cute and all but can i land this backflip off a cliff?

user376 those flowers are so pretty 🤍🎀

user401 driving home in the wrong lane tonight🤣

user527 the way i was right the whole time and now my friend owes me money 🥰

user830 you guys are such a cute couple

user010 this would have been such a good soft launch dump of we didn't see his hard launch 😅

youruser added to their story.

user09 posting a man to MITSKI?! oh it's serious, ur actually down horrendous

yourbestfriend hard launching on ur story when you soft launched in a post is crazyyyy🤣🤣

youruser hard launching when i see a ring 🤗

nah, im kidding but if they want to see him, go to his profile🤷🏾‍♀️

yourbestfriend IKTR 💅🏾

user215 now my man's gonna expect me to post him on my story like this😑 but i forgive you queen 🙄

landonorris finally made it in a post!

youruser finally you can stop complaining 🫶🏾

landonorris why are you and charles so mean to me

youruser because you deserve it, hope this helps🙌🏾

francisca.cgomez double dating with you was so fun! can't wait to do it again 💞

youruser yes! gonna go bother charles to make plans for another one soon 😁

user121 the sun drawing around ur eyes🥲 crying, that's so effin cute

yourfriend not you being all sentimental with the daniel caesar song AND the puzzle pieces

youruser damn, can't even do something nice🧍🏾‍♀️ see if i post you again

yourfriend you're so dramatic pookie

user531 the bear and the flowerss, please where can i get man like that😖

user479 so many gorgeous girls🥰

user06 glad you're surrounding yourself with people who make you happy and bring out this lovely light 🤎

yourfriend2 when the plans finally make it out the group chat🙌🏾🎉

youruser love that for us🤧 but i swear getting stuck in that elevator made me reconsider all my decisions leading up to that moment

yourfriend2 the 1st hour wasn't that bad tho

yourfriend3 we will never be free🙁

youruser please shut up😭😭

yourfriend3 no bc you didn't listen when dr umar said "SNOW BUNNIES NEVA🙅🏾‍♀️❌"

youruser i do not see it🧘🏾‍♀️

𖦹 𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⠀⠀𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⠀⠀𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⠀⠀𓂃 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𓂃 𖦹

⤷ end note ‧ ★ : halfway through making this i went "hmm, this should be a lando smau" but then i continued doing this. it posted like 5 times which freaked me out and was supposed to be done ages ago but yeah. also french is from deepl. enjoy.

[neteyamu]

Idk if ur taking requests but if u do neteyam x human!reader where the reader sleep in really weird positions and him just not understanding how it could be comfortable?

pairing — neteyam x human gn!reader

genre — fluff

warnings — not proofread we die like men💪, a mild seizure joke thing (pls tell me if theres anything else <3)

wc — 736

a/n — hey love!! i dont mind taking requests as of now so if you would like to send more pls do 🫶 but i cannot guarantee that i will be able to finish writing all of them quickly, especially since i have school :(

Neteyam instantly woke up as he felt a sudden jab to his stomach. He groaned in confusion as he looked around in the dark, trying to find whatever caused the disturbance. His eyes immediately drifted to your small frame laying beside him. His eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as he took in your position. Your right leg was stretched out and resting against his stomach, your left bent inwards but faced the other way. Your torso was leaning away from him though it turned to face him at a weird angle. And your arms were all over the place.

Neteyam was incredibly confused. How were you able to sleep peacefully like that? Was it not uncomfortable? He quietly shuffled back a bit and brought his hands towards you, gently straightening out your legs and placing you flat on your back. His hands then moved to your arms and brought them beside you. He made sure your exopack was secure before laying down again and wrapping his arms around you. Right before he fell asleep he made a mental note to himself to make fun of you in the morning for your weird sleeping position.

Neteyam grunted as he felt something poke him. Not again, he thought. Have you already started moving?! It can’t have been that long since he last fixed your posture. He decides to ignore it, maybe you’re just turning onto your side. Another poke. And then a push. Neteyam growls in frustration as he opens his eyes for the second time that night. As soon as he looks at you his eyes widen in shock. There is no way that is normal.

You are laid across the bed horizontally. your legs facing him as your head is hanging off the edge of the bed. Your right leg is folded underneath you and your left is digging into Neteyam’s abdomen. Half of your left arm is hanging off the bed beside your head and your right hand is calmly resting beside you.

Neteyam just stops and stares at you in disbelief. How is this even possible? How are you not in any pain? He can see the first rays of the sun starting to show and he gives up on trying to sleep. Neteyam sighs as he sits up and continues to stare at you. He crawls over to you and slowly pulls you back onto the bed, deciding to wake you up. He gently shakes you, but with you being so small compared to him it felt as if there was a mini earthquake happening and you jolted awake.

“‘Teyam! You almost gave me a heart attack!”, you said with your voice still groggy from sleep and your hand clutching your heart, your eyes squinting at him because of the light.

“I am really sorry yawne, but I had to ask you something”, he says with a slightly raspy voice.

You give Neteyam a nod, signalling him to go ahead.

“Are you possessed.” he asks with a straight face and you burst out laughing.

“What!?” you question in between your giggles.

“I think you should see my grandmother. Just in case.” Neteyam says so seriously you might actually piss yourself from laughing.

“Neteyam are you alright? Did you get enough sleep?”, you ask him as your giggles slowly come to a stop.

“No, in fact, I did not. You gave me nightmares. I do not know how anyone can sleep like that”, he says, shuddering as he remembered how you twisted and turned.

“Oh really? Like what”, you ask Neteyam, confusion overtaking your features.

“Like someone froze you mid seizure” he says as he gets up and stretches, walking over to grab his bow and arrows, slinging them across his back.

“Hey! That’s not very nice ‘Teyam”, you scowl at him and get out of bed as well.

“I am just being honest” he says, putting his hands up in defence.

“Anyways, I really have to go otherwise my dad will get mad, but I will see you later tonight.” Neteyam says, leaning down and giving you a quick peck on your head.

He leans down even lower and whispers into your ear.

“Maybe you should go see my grandmother while I am gone. Just to be sure you know?”

You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him as he walks backwards out the tent, laughing and waving goodbye to you.

[vovoloyo]

That Should Be Me

✧. ┊ g/n. reader x goo

✧. ┊  synopsis : ̗̀➛ goo is jealous because you and gun are being close

✧. ┊ warnings: angst

✧. ┊ notes: goo angst is so real, this is inspired by the goo panel in the latest chapters. n also ignore the poorly edited header pls, thx

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩

If Goo were to describe the relationship between you and him, he would say: that everyday was like a vivid dream, filled with laughter and jokes that the both of you exchange in turns of another. How you would jokingly hit him for his unfunny jokes, how smiley you looked when he gifted you something, how it felt like he was the only one to make you laugh. It made him realized that, he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this relationship. He made a silent promise to remove anything that would interfere with this relationship.

But, he wouldn't have known this promise would be shattered as soon as he introduced you to his other close friend: Gun.

As each day passes, it seemed like you and Gun were getting closer and closer; from only meeting up whenever the trio is together to grabbing coffee with just you and Gun. The more Goo realized this special relationship he had with you is getting fainter by each day, it made him feel more helpless; considering his dear connection to Gun and you.

While his overthinking abused his mind, he didn't even realize that you and Gun were calling him from the front while he was walking from the back. From his perspective, your teasing smile next to Gun's tall figure looking back at him would create a lump stuck in his throat. He can't help but awkwardly smile back.

Several weeks has gone by, Goo finds himself doing things by himself. Activities that he used to do with you by his side, now without you by his side, his side feels cold. He’s at the arcade, the go-to place for when you guys hung out. Why was he there? Was it to reminisce what you two used to have? Does he miss you? He’s confused, unsettled, and hurt.

And was it fate when he turned to his side by reflex and saw Gun with you playing his favorite claw machine? Goo’s heart skipped a beat and his whole body freezes. His eyes moving rapidly, quickly analyzing and taking all the details, Gun staring at you with adoration, you smiling and giggling while holding the big plushie you had yearned for, and frowned when Goo had failed to capture it many times. And lastly, their pinkish blush on their faces.

Next thing he knew, he’s walking, no, running out of that arcade with this lingering pain in his chest. His heart is pounding, his thoughts are racing, and he’s running out of breath. “What’s this feeling?”, he thought while almost choking “what am i doing?”, he couldn’t think of anything else. That one moment of you and Gun together keeps replying in his head, then a tear runs down Goo’s cheek.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ ..·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩

[cherrylovelycherry]

Hey cherry, I just came to order an Éclair au chocolat, and maybe (pls pls pls pls pls) an Tarte aux fraises. Specifically something like strict teacher x soft teacher trope. With Ratio because I love him too.

- 🐇 anon

.note. heyy, that's a good idea, I know what to do, thanks for ordering 🐇 anon! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

𓂅new order. "éclair au chocolat and a tarte aux fraises."

Rumors and denials

pairing. Dr ratio x gn!reader cw/genre. fluff, angst, friends to noting , rejected before declaring. synopsis. Your students and staff started rumors about the two of you. That was not a good idea. full menu

You looked at a blank dot on the director's desk, begging your eyes not to get teary.

Ratio nodded. "I assure you that this situation won't happen again,"

His voice was stoic, giving away nothing of what he really felt.

During one of Veritas' periods without a class, he came across you in the breakroom. With a passive scoff, he made his way over and placed down a coffee for you. He was not kind to many of his other co-workers, but it was difficult to rain on your lovely presence.

"Here," Veritas grumbled as he placed down the latte, moving to take a seat across from you. "I made it since I am quite certain that no one else would." He seemed to stare you up and down for a brief moment, but you weren't sure why.

Your face was worthy of a question mark. Carefully, you moved aside, settling in the seat. "Oh, how attentive on your part, thank you," you gently let go, as you grabbed the latte.

By the time you moved and he sat down, he managed to see in full that on the table you were sitting on there was not only a coffee, there were like four different ones. All intact, it seems.

So, clearly, Ratio's words were not the most accurate. Ratio's eyes widened, before he huffed as he leaned back against his chair, arms crossing over his chest "Oh?" He raised a brow at you as you took a sip of the latte, before continuing.

"And here, I thought they would have all been already picked up by now… I suppose there are kind staff that roam this university, then."

"Mhm, I guess that's right," you added, calmly as you took a sip like him to the latte.

He repressed letting out a sigh.

"So, how is your classroom doing, then, if you're not out being given gifts by your darling students," he continued, but it was not a full question, rather a rhetorical one.

Even a blind man could see how your students loved you. Not that he was jealous, of course not. You let out a slight laugh at his words. You weren't really trying to start the conversation, because he sometimes had the face of little friends. So today you were surprised that he's talking to you this way and even taking the trouble to prepare a latte for you.

"Is it a sign of jealousy, Mr. Ratio?" You said in an attempt to joke lightly.

He almost choked on his saliva, his body flinching at your words. He was not jealous. He was not envious of your way of teaching, nor how you managed to win the hearts of your students.

He was not envious of that, ever.

As much as his mind denied, his heart beat slightly faster for some reason, so he quickly covered it up by scoffing. "Jealous? Me?" He said incredulously, acting as if this was a funny joke you just told him.

"Please, spare me."

You let out a slight laugh. But what a funny reaction. "Whatever you say, Mr. Ratio,"

Ratio's face flushed slightly at your teasing, but was quickly covered up by a cough. He was not blushing. Nope. It was simply a reaction due to the heat of his drink, and he was not embarrassed at you calling him out.

In fact, in his mind only, he totally hated the way your words for him rolled out of your tongue.

Not in a good way. At all.

He took a sip to buy time, eyes locked on you.

"How are you doing in your classes?" You asked him.

Now that he had particularly started talking to you, you wouldn't miss the opportunity to make a friendship with him. Or at least you'd try.

"They are…" Ratio trailed off, looking to the side for a moment in thought before looking back at you, "…well, exasperating. Not a single brain in those empty skulls." He continued with a sigh. "And here I was, expecting at least a handful of competent people. But it seems, even that was an overestimation of my part."

He leaned back against his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, but he found some of his gaze lingering on you as he did so.

You carried a finger to one of your lips, putting on a thoughtful pose before you spoke again.

"I've heard from my students that you're very hard on them," you said, always with the characteristic softness in your tone. The difference that now sounded somewhat worried.

Hard? Him? Of course, he could be called that, but coming from one of the nicest professors in the academy, it was a bit surprising.

"Of course I am. How else would they learn properly if I am not hard on them? Even you must understand that to be true,"

He spoke matter of factly. He did not tolerate idiocy, much less that of a student. The students that he taught either accepted his teachings and gained knowledge, or they simply…failed.

"Mhm," you let go, as an understanding of his words.

You didn't agree with his way of teaching, but you wouldn't say you hated it either.

You were going to say something else, but the sound of your phone caught your attention. You had set an alarm to know what time your rest was over.

He was about to say something again when your alarm went off. He raised an eyebrow and waited to see what you would do.

When your hand moved up to check the time, his eyes moved, unintentionally, to your face.

He was, for the first time, looking at you closely and taking in your features. Again.

"Rest time over?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer, and it also seemed that he was slightly saddened that the conversation was apparently going to end soon.

"Ah, yes," you answered, with a slight disappointment in your voice.

The two of you had been talking for 15 minutes.

Surprisingly, more time than you had expected to spend in his presence.

You quickly turned off the alarm and stood up as you took the latte in your hand.

You looked at him, not entirely sure what to say.

"Thank you for the coffee," you said sheepishly, offering a smile.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard you thanking him, for once in his life, he felt a sense of satisfaction within himself for making a coffee.

"Oh, of course," he responded, trying hard to keep his face impassive.

He didn't want you to pick up on the fact that your smile made him feel a bit happy, and he didn't know how to deal with it either.

"Well, see you, luck with your students," you said, firing you with one hand and leaving the teacher room for your classroom.

And there you left, leaving behind a perplexed teacher.

He had a habit of not letting his emotions overtake him, he never allowed them to. But there you were, somehow managing to make him feel…strange while being your usual pleasant self.

[…]

The class had come to an end. Many of the students quickly left, but a few stayed behind to ask the teacher some questions, which he answered in his usual manner.

Once the last student was gone, he got up from his seat and began to gather up the papers that were laying on his desk.

His mind had managed to focus on the papers, leaving behind the previous interaction he had.

That was, until, the classroom door swung open and he looked up. For some reason, he had expected you to be behind there.

Instead, he saw a young woman, he believed she was a college student who was taking one of his classes this year.

"Professor Ratio," she said, as she approached his desk.

He was mildly annoyed to say the least, he wanted to finish up and leave.

"What are you still here for," he asked, placing the papers back down and looked up at her sternly.

The female student looked slightly nervous, he was a strict professor and she was aware of that.

"Well, I wanted to…" she started, but seemed to hesitate.

She took another step towards his desk, as Ratio leaned back in his chair, wondering what she could possibly need from him.

"Go on," he said, raising an eyebrow as he placed his fingers over his nose.

"I do not have all day. State what you need from me and be quick."

Woah, it had been some time since the classes were initially finished.

He spent more than 30 minutes explaining to his student what she didn't understand.

And at all times, he didn't know how to recognize why he felt like that was taking a long time away from him.

Once he finished saving everything, he set out to leave the classroom, closing the door behind him.

He hesitated on his feet, wanting to pass by the door where you were classing.

His mind and his heart were at war.

He didn't want to admit it, but he found himself feeling strange around you that day. He found himself feeling something when you smiled.

He didn't understand what was going on, and quite frankly, he didn't like it that much.

His mind told him to go on with his way, so he did, not allowing his feet to take a single step in your direction.

It had been two days since that talk he had with you.

The day was coming to an end, and Ratio found himself walking in the hallway to the break room, but he found himself stopping when he saw the door to the room you were in to teach.

He couldn't help but stand outside, hearing your voice from the inside. From time to time, he could hear the small laughs from the students.

It was irritating him.

As if it were a reflection, you turned your head in the direction of the door, seeing Ratio through the small glass in the door.

Your eyebrows raised as you saw him standing on the other side, and Ratio's eyes widened, and he cursed himself for standing there in such a manner.

He quickly composed himself, but it was too late, you had already noticed him, and the eyes of a couple of your students were on him now as well.

He saw how you said something to your students, before you approached the desk next to the board and grabbed something.

You came over and opened the door, extending a folder.

"It's good that you passed by, Mr. Ratio, a teacher said that you forgot this in the teachers' room. ," you said, once you went out the door and closed it behind you so that your students wouldn't be gossipful.

"Oh," he said, looking at the folder, slightly surprised. He took it, although he didn't completely remember having forgotten it anywhere.

He also tried not to pay attention to how close you were standing to him, and he tried not to take notice of the light scent of your perfume.

"I see," he spoke, clearing his throat, "Thank you," he added.

You responded with a cheerful smile that made his heart skip a beat, but he didn't show it, keeping an neutral expression.

"Of course," you said. But then you gave a small and short laugh, "Although I would say that it surprises me that you, of the most organized, forgot something," you joked.

He felt a small sense of embarrassment when you said that. It was true that he was organized, and he never forgot where he placed something. He could count the times on one hand the times where that has happened.

He found it quite strange, again, that you didn't seem to be intimidated by him like the other teachers.

Well, of course, you were the only one who smiled at him everytime you saw him.

Although well, you smile at everyone.

"One forgets things from time to time," he said.

"Oh, absolutely," you added as you brought a hand to your waist, "I understand, it happens to me a lot of times, too," you said with a slight laugh.

He was quite impressed at how you found a way to keep a conversation going every time.

"How is your class going?" He asked you.

It was strange how he was having the desire to keep talking, and of his free will with you.

That made you go back to reality.

"Oh, my class," you said, as if you had forgotten because you were talking to him.

"It's going well, thank you for asking," you said, somewhat quickly, before taking a quick look back, looking at your students.

That to your surprise, instead of talking to each other, they seemed more attentive in your interaction with Ratio.

"It was good to see you, Mr. Ratio, but I have to continue with my class," you said, turning your eyes to his face.

"Ah, I understand, yes," He didn't want to admit it, but he got slightly disappointed when you said that.

His mind was telling him that it was better this way, and he quickly agreed, as he cleared his throat as said in an indifferent tone,

"Good to know your class is going well," he paused for a bit, before he added, "and thanks again for this," he added, raising the folder he was holding.

"I hope you have a good class," he said, even if he would rather keep talking to you.

You smiled at him in response before re-entering your classroom and closing the door behind you again.

He stood there, for a few seconds, as he placed the folder below his arm.

For the umpteenth time today, his mind and his heart were at odds with each other.

One half of him was telling him to go on his way and continue with the day as normal, the other half, was telling him to go back to the classroom so he could-

He did not want to finish that thought.

He shook his head gently, as if that would make the thought disappear from his mind, and he started walking again.

[…]

You entered the teachers' room, accompanied by another teacher.

You were talking happily with that teacher, who was just going to the teachers' room to leave the uncorrected works of his students.

You, for your part, were just going to rest for a while, or well, talk to your coworkers and have a coffee, until your next class shift.

The other teacher greeted you before turning to take a seat to correct their students' works.

As you walked in, you began chatting with some of the teacher who were there.

One of them was a woman. She was your friend for several years, so both of you got along quite well.

"So, how are your students," she asked, as she filled the cup of coffee, with the warm liquid steaming lightly.

"They're doing good," you said, and then you smiled, "well, except for one, but he tries to do well," you said, as you received the cup from her.

You didn't notice a familiar pair of eyes looking at you from across the room, from the couch.

Ratio's eyes were fixed on you, as you chatted with some of your coworkers and laughed at a small comment that one of the teachers said, which sounded funny.

He saw you in the most concealed way that existed.

He was strange to see you smile, he felt strange. The other teachers continued to ask you questions.

One of them asked you about how was the last exhibition that you organized at the local museum, another one, asked you about a drawing that you had sent to a contest.

You responded cheerfully and happily at every question or comment.

Ratio found himself being completely captivated as he saw you smile, laugh and chat with everybody, and it was strange, really.

He never paid attention to people, but he found himself focusing on you and only on you.

Until, he was forced to continue reviewing some of his students' works.

Yes, he had concentrated for a long time on that.

That's why when you approached him and sat next to him, he didn't even notice.

He found himself immersed in reviewing one of his students' works, not having heard you as you approached him.

Not until he heard a slight chuckle on his side, which made him slightly startled. He looked up to see you sitting, right next to him.

He felt a slight pang of his heart when he looked into your eyes, but he hoped it didn't show on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Ratio," you said, trying not to laugh, "did I startle you?" you asked, as you took a sip from your coffee.

"Absolutely not," he said, straightening his back again.

"What are you doing here, may I ask?" He inquired, even though he knew you were there to rest and chat, but he just couldn't help but ask why you sat next to him.

"Well," you said, as you took another sip of coffee, "obviously I was going to sit down and rest, and to chat, you know," you explained, although it wasn't as if he didn't know.

"I didn't want to disturb you, of course, but the rest of the couches are already occupied," you said as you tried to give an explanation why you sat right next to him.

He should have told you that it irritated him. He should told you that he did not want you to sit right next to him. He should have told you to go sit somewhere else.

But he didn't.

"Well, then, I suppose there was no other choice," he said, slightly moving to give you just a tiny little more space.

You nodded, while you sipped your coffee that you had in both hands.

Then you looked forward for a while, until you looked back at him.

"I saw you looking in our direction," you said, giving him a soft elbow in his arm.

"What," he asked, as he moved his gaze from some of the papers he was holding, to you, as you slightly pushed him.

His heart slightly dropped, had you noticed him watching you? All the time?

You didn't leave him any more time to answer, because you spoke first.

"Yes," you said smiling. "So, Mrs. Amelie?" You added, in a somewhat funny tone and in a somewhat low voice.

His heart skipped a beat at your words, and for a slight moment, he felt a little panic, before he composed himself to speak again.

He was extremely relieved that you didn't have noticed him watching you for a long time.

"What are you talking about," he asked, raising an eyebrow, acting casual, or well, that's what he tried.

"Oh come on," you said, as you slightly pushed him once again with your elbow, "you know what I am talking about," you continued, with a slight smile.

This situation, in any other case, would have annoyed him.

The fact that you were so cheerful and you would come and poke him with your elbow everytime you spoke would have annoyed him very much.

But for some reason, right now, it didn’t.

"You totally have something for Mrs. Amelie," you said. He gave a scoff, and rolled his eyes.

He did not had anything for Mrs. Amelie.

Sure, she was the other math teacher, an excellent one, one who didn't have any idiots in her class, but that was the only quality of her.

"Of course I don't, don't be ridiculous," he said, in a somewhat exasperated tone, as he looked back at the papers.

You let out one more soft laugh, as you sighed before you finished drinking your coffee and placing it on the small table in front of the couch.

You didn't like it very much that he told you 'Don't be ridiculous', but you knew that Ratio could express himself like this sometimes. Maybe you shouldn't bother him too much.

"Okay, if you say so," you said. Then you put your elbow on the back of the couch, resting your chin on your hand while you look at your phone, completely entertained.

Ratio felt a little bit of relief when you left the topic aside.

He was absolutely sure he had no interest in Mrs. Amelie.

Sure, she had great qualifications, and she was the 'only one' of his co-workers who never angered him, and they had a certain similar way of thinking when it came to education, but he didn't feel anything when he was next to her.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt that you seemed to be distracted using your phone.

He glanced at you, in a subtle yet inquisitive way. You were completely oblivious to his gaze, as you had your eyes fixated on the screen of your phone.

You were completely entertained on whatever you were looking at there.

Ratio thought that it was a good moment to return to his work, it was good to be able to concentrate now.

But the moment he tried to return to his papers, you looked back at him, your eyes slightly moving from the phone, catching his gaze.

"Yes?" You asked, a little confused, but you still had that soft smile on your face like always. His eyes widened ever so slightly when you looked back at him.

Right, right, you had probably caught him staring again.

"What time is it?" That's the first thing he came up with. It was almost lunchtime, if we were being really specific.

You looked at your phone, before seeing him again.

"Lunch time," you said bluntly, before you smiled softly, "do you want to eat together?" You asked, completely innocently.

His mind went blank for a moment, he was completely unprepared when you asked that.

It's not that he didn't want to eat with you, of course he did, but his mind had already convinced him that it wasn't possible.

He was tempted to immediately say "No," but of course he couldn't say that to you.

"Oh, well, sure," he answered, in a somewhat calm tone.

Until the feeling of paper in his hands made him remember.

"Uhm, I was actually thinking about eating here, I have to finish reviewing this," he said, raising up the papers he had in his hands.

The papers he had in his hands were a test for a different student.

He actually had to finish that, and actually had to eat something, as he was also hungry from having spent almost three hours reviewing papers.

But this time it wasn't an absolute obligation, it was optional.

He looked at your face again, seeing the soft smile of yours, and he might have changed his mind.

But before he can say anything, you interrupted him.

"Oh, I understand absolutely, no problem," you said, as you got up from the couch calmly.

The disappointment was almost obvious on his face when you said those words.

He, at that moment, wished he had something more compelling to say, something better, but he had nothing.

He was both incredibly disappointed and glad that you understood, it was a weird feeling inside him, a strange feeling of disappointment that you accepted his excuse, that you were going to leave.

He watched as you stood up from the couch calmly.

"Thank you," he said.

[…]

You came very carefully through the door of the teacher's room, holding a tray with food with your hands.

You were not surprised to see the empty room, as most professors were also eating in the respective university cafeteria.

Even being careful, you headed to the big table, where Ratio was there.

You smiled for yourself when you saw it with a frown, he looked focused. Sitting there, reviewing the papers of the students.

His eyes were fixed on the papers and he was somewhat concentrated.

He was not thinking about anything in particular. He was only focused on the papers.

Until, you, entering through the door of the room, made him lose his concentration for a second.

His eyes moving to your figure, with that tray in your hands.

For a moment, he didn't know how to react, but he quickly regained his composure.

"You came back?" He said, as he slowly lowered the paper he had in his hand.

"Who would have guessed," you said as you smiled at him.

"I told you I was going to eat with you," you said, as you moved carefully to the table.

He stared at how you walked towards him, your body moving carefully, until you arrived at your destination.

He could easily understand that you didn't want to drop the tray.

His eyes moved, from your body to the tray with the food.

You placed it on the table without making much noise, as your eyes looked back to his face.

"I brought you lunch," you said with a soft smile.

A somewhat strange feeling of happiness appeared in his chest.

He felt that he was staring at you for too long, so he just looked at the tray of food that was in front of him, instead of looking like an imbecile.

That you had come back to eat lunch with him.

He tried to shake that feeling from his head.

He placed the papers on the table, one by one, one on top of the other, before giving you his full attention.

"Oh? How kind of you," he said, his voice, despite it's usual cold and somewhat rude tone, having a hint of genuineness.

He looked at the meal you had placed in front of him.

It was not bad, you had brought him a sandwich, some fruits, a piece of cake and water.

You smiled at his words and how he looked at the food.

"I didn't know what you liked," you said, before you sat down in the chair next to him.

"No, no, this is fine," he said, a hint of surprise in his voice, and he hoped that you didn't notice.

"I like almost anything, I'm not picky," he reassured, as he picked up a slice of the sandwich with his fingers.

False.

He was certainly demanding with his food.

He lied to you for good reason.

You smiled as you heard him say he wasn't picky.

You knew that was very false, at least you had heard his rants of how he was usually not satisfied with the food in the cafeteria, or the rest of the things he said about his taste.

You saw him take a bite of the sandwich, and you smiled again, seeing him eat the food you had brought him.

Then you took your phone out of your coat pocket and began searching for… something, in it. He was grateful that you hadn't noticed that he had lied to you.

He thought that he had a good reason to lie, not to sound like a snob, even more if you had brought him this lunch that you had bothered to bring.

Noticing that you were fiddling with your phone, he looked at you.

He couldn't help but wonder what you were doing, but he obviously did not want to be rude and pry.

So he just sat there, slowly eating, watching you glance at your phone.

You of course had noticed his gaze out of the corner of your eye.

"I was telling Mrs. Lia that she didn't need to keep a seat next to her," you said, as you finished writing on the phone, in a soft voice.

The way you noticed his behavior and expressions and how you responded to him, it seemed like if you were treating him like your students.

He felt somewhat nervous after you spoke.

Of course he had noticed the way your body moved in the chair when you spoke to him, he had noticed the slight change in your voice, the way you had caught him looking at you, and had responded to him like you had done that morning.

He let out a small scoff to try to hide that he was embarrassed.

"You didn't have to, really," he replied in a somewhat casual way, while he finished eating the sandwich you had brought.

He took a sip of his water, to wash off the taste of the sandwich in his mouth.

On your side, you had also grabbed an extra fruit bowl that you placed on the tray, for yourself.

"Eh, it was no problem," you replied, with the slight smile that you always seemed to have.

Your face was pleasant to look at, it was not difficult to see that your soft features combined with each other wonderfully.

You were, however, blissfully unaware of the fact that you had a somewhat oblivious effect on him. And also, blissfully unaware that he was staring at your face every time you were too distracted looking at the screen of your phone to notice, or any other time.

You put your phone down to concentrate fully on your food.

"So, how's it going with grading…?" you asked, trying to start a conversation with him. He suddenly almost choked on his water after hearing your question.

He put the glass down on the table before he was able to control himself.

Once he was finished coughing, he spoke.

"Very… good," he said, in a somewhat forced way.

He had not expected you to initiate a conversation with him, he was not really prepared to answer that question.

He looked down at the table, trying to avoid the intense gaze of your eyes that looked at him with a slightly smile.

You saw him almost choke when you asked him the question.

You laughed a little when he was coughing, but you also had a hint of concern on your face, so you leaned forward.

"Careful with the water, Mr. Ratio," you said, before moving back when you saw that he was okay.

"Surely they're going well?" You dared to ask, considering his reaction.

It was quite evident that he was not used to being the target of this type of concern.

When you leaned forward, a slight feeling of surprise appeared on his face, he was not used to being cared for, it was always the other way around.

Once after you finish clearing your throat, I let out a slight sigh.

"No, it was horrible for everyone," he said.

It was Friday, and Ratio's class was taking a test.

He sat in his chair, waiting for his students to finish.

As far as he remembered, there were about fifteen minutes left before the period was over.

The silence was quite deafening from the class, he could not hear anything other than slight murmurs and whispers, pens writing, and the occasional cough.

He could see the students moving with concentration at their desks, probably trying to finish the test within those fifteen minutes.

A few of students had already finished.

He was watching quietly how the students were struggling to answer the remaining questions with the time they had left.

A few seemed desperate, some seemed confident, and of course, there were some of them who had already given up.

He watched his students quietly and carefully.

His gaze moved carefully from one of the students to another, watching them write, some quickly, and others, slowly.

It was clear that some of them had already finished, and they just looked around, bored, waiting for the test time to end.

He saw how some students were desperately trying to answer the remaining ones, they only had around 10 minutes left.

"Five minutes left," he announced loudly, in a cold, yet firm voice.

The sound of the pens writing on the sheets increased.

In his mind he could not help but cross a thought that was not expected at all. You.

What would you be doing with your students now? It was an intrusive thought.

After all, he shouldn't be thinking about you at a time like that.

And yet, he was.

His mind couldn't help thinking about you, even if he was busy watching over his students.

He wondered what you would be doing at that moment, how you would be handling the test situation.

He imagined that you would be sitting at your desk, quietly, watching your students finish the test.

Or if you would be walking around the classroom, just watching and… giving your students a smile of encouragement, if they needed it.

He could imagine that very clearly.

He let out a silent sigh, when he finally came back from his thoughts.

Time ended, giving notice to their students, who were gradually approaching his desk to leave the tests there. Students approached him one by one to give him their tests.

He took the test, and looked at them one by one.

Some looked decent enough, and some didn't, but of course, he just gave them his usual cold look, and placed the test on the desk.

Some of the students tried to talk to him, he of course, just answered in monosyllables.

He could not help but remember again.

Now he wondered what you would be doing, after that your students had finished the test.

He really should not be thinking about you at that time.

"Yeah, of all the teachers, with them he gets along better,"

"Do you think they have anything?"

"Aw man, I hope so,"

"What? you're crazy? They shouldn't be with a bitter like him,"

"Do you talk about the professor Ratio and the professor Y/n?"

"Yep, on how they would make the perfect…"

What.

What was it that he was listening to?

How it was possible for their own students to talk about those things.

He could not believe what he was listening.

The words that one of the students said made him stay still, just listening to their whispered conversation.

He should have said something, but he just stayed there, trying to process what he had heard.

Of course, what else could he have expected? They were talking about two adults like if they were discussing a romance novel.

And those two adults were, coincidentally, him and you.

There it was again, the thought of… you.

He knew that his students sometimes joked about nonsense, but he thought that what they were saying was on another level.

He sat down in his chair after putting down the papers the last students had given him.

There he was, sitting there, with what his students had just said.

He knew very well that he shouldn't give it too much importance. After all, it was just the stupidity of their students.

…

…

And yet, he could not help but think about it.

The thoughts started to manifest in his brain, and he could not do anything to expel them from there.

[…]

You left the room in a hurry, you were leaving late and all to help one of your colleagues take several piles of exams to the teacher's room.

Almost as a regrettable thing, the sound of rain echoed in the almost empty corridors of the university.

You frowned a little, begging for umbrellas in the place where they always had.

But by the time you arrived and had in your hand one, some students, two to be exact, they couldn't grab an umbrella.

Those two students were in a hurry because of the rain. They had gone to retrieve their umbrella, but to their bad luck, there was not one.

Before they could complain and despair about the situation, you saw them and kindly stopped them.

"You need an umbrella, don't you?"

They looked at you, nodding softly with sadness, and perhaps a little shame.

You smiled slightly.

"Oh don't worry about it," you said, as you handed them the umbrella. "You can use mine,"

The students looked at you with surprise, but also with gratitude.

They were surprised by the gesture you had had.

"But… Professor Y/n, aren't you going to use the umbrella?"

One of them asked you, still looking puzzled and confused.

You smiled again.

"Don't worry, I'll be just fine," you replied, in a reassuring tone.

Although, for a brief moment, one of the students made a comment that caught your attention.

"I guess you are not gonna use the umbrella, because you know…"

What?

You looked at the student puzzled, for that comment.

That comment caught you off guard.

"How come?" you asked, feeling even more perplexed.

The student looked at you hesitantly, as if they weren't sure how to respond, and then they spoke.

"Well… we have heard that… well…"

They stumbled over their words, clearly feeling a bit awkward.

What?

What had they heard this time? you asked yourself. You watched the students hesitate before speaking.

There was something that seemed very strange about their behavior.

It was as if they were reluctant to tell you something, and even that they were quite embarrassed by it.

You tried to hide that you were nervous, and gave them a reassuring smile.

"What have you heard, exactly?" you asked, trying not to sound too worried.

The students exchanged a quick glance before speaking.

"Well… some of us have heard that you and Professor Ratio…"

One of them spoke.

"That the two of you…"

The other continued.

"That you and him…"

They trailed off, clearly hesitant to speak the words fully.

You could feel your heart beating faster, wondering if they were going to say what you fear they would.

But, in this case, you wouldn't let them continue to talk about that issue.

"I already get a sense of what you're trying to tell me, guys, don't believe everything you hear. Come on, go home now," you said, in a soft but almost scolding tone.

The students looked at you, a little surprised by your response.

It was almost as if they had expected a different reaction from you, but instead, you were brushing off the rumors that they had heard.

They looked at you with puzzled expressions, but before they could say anything further, you spoke again.

"Go on, go home," you said, a bit sternly. "Or you'll get soaked in the rain."

The students then nodded reluctantly. "Yes, okay, sorry, Professor Y/n," they said, before they began to leave.

It was clear that they were a bit bummed that they had ruined their opportunity to gossip with you.

But, you were grateful for that.

As you watched them go, you couldn't help but shake your head. The students were notorious for their gossiping, and it seemed that this time, their target had been you and Ratio.

You wondered what kind of rumors they had heard this time. You shook your head slightly again, trying to push those thoughts away for now.

Now there was another thing that you had to worry about: the rain.

You glanced around, looking for a place where you could shelter.

As you looked around, you realized that there was not a single person left in the halls, probably everyone had already left due to the sudden rain.

You were in an isolated part of the university, and the rain was pouring down hard, almost as if it was taunting you. With a sigh, you started walking towards your home.

You just hadn't brought your car, because in the morning it was a sunny and pleasant day.

But, as you walked, you saw a familiar figure walking in the distance.

Wait. Were you seeing correctly? Was it… Ratio?

You squinted your eyes, trying to make sure it was him.

And sure enough, as the figure moved closer, you could see the distinct outline of Ratio's frame.

What was he still doing here at this hour? you thought. You watched as Ratio walked, seemingly deep in thought.

You were mentally grateful to see that he had an umbrella in his hands.

Anyway, you'd wait for him to get to the entrance of the building to ask him. Because he didn't even seem to have noticed you were there.

Which was fake, he obviously had seen you, he was just doing the one he hadn't seen you.

Ratio had felt your presence, even though he wasn't close to you. He knew that you were there, but he tried to keep his expression neutral, as if he hadn't seen you, as if he was engrossed in his own thoughts.

But, of course, that was just an act, he was quite aware of your being there.

As he continued to walk, he could feel your gaze on him.

He wondered why you were still there at that time, and why you hadn't brought an umbrella with you.

"Oh, Mr. Ratio," You once said that he came near you.

He heard you call out to him, and he tried to look nonchalant, as if he had just now noticed you were there.

He turned in your direction and looked at you with his usual stern expression.

"Oh, Professor Y/n," he said in his usual tone. "What are you still doing here? It's almost night, and it's pouring outside."

"I was just about to ask you the same question." You responded.

Ratio let out a low sigh, before looking away.

"I was just taking care of some paperwork that I'm behind on," he said.

He was lying, and you both knew it.

The truth was that he had stayed behind thinking about… well, you.

You knew that his answer was not entirely true.

He was obviously lying to you, and you wondered why he would do that.

But, Ratio was not going to confess that he had stayed because he had not been able to stop thinking about you.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before he spoke again.

"You don't have an umbrella, I suppose," he said, looking out at the rain.

"Ah…" you let go, as you scratched your cheek. "I gave it to some students who didn't have one," you said, somewhat embarrassed to have done that instead of thinking about yourself.

Ratio let out another low sigh, shaking his head slightly.

He wasn't surprised that you had given your umbrella to some students, it was in your usual nature to be kind and helpful to others.

But, he also felt annoyed that you had left yourself defenseless against the pouring rain.

"You always put others first before yourself," he said, almost in a scolding tone.

You managed to let out a soft laugh.

You were going to ask him to share his umbrella, but he interrupted you.

"Don't even ask me to share my umbrella," he said, knowing what you were going to say.

Instantly your face decayed a little bit.

"But it's pouring outside," you retorted.

Ratio gave you a look, as if to say: don't think you were not going to receive a scolding.

"Just because you were foolish enough not to bring an umbrella for yourself, doesn't mean that I should share mine with you," he said his expression stern.

You let out a small sigh, knowing that he was right.

It was your own fault for not bringing an umbrella, and you shouldn't expect him to share his.

"Well, you have a point," you said, surrendering.

Ratio was pleased to hear you admit that he was right.

He knew that he was being a little tough on you, but he couldn't help it. He just didn't like seeing you in uncomfortable or annoying situations.

You stopped looking in his direction, to see how the rain soaked the ground.

Well, if he wouldn't let you share his umbrella, you'd stay a while longer here to wait for the rain to calm down a little.

After all, you weren't in a hurry. Ratio watched you look at the rain, and he knew what you were thinking.

He was not going to say it, but he didn't like that idea.

"You're going to stay here?" he asked you.

You looked at him and gave him a soft nod, as if to say: "yes."

Ratio let out another frustrated sigh.

He couldn't believe that you would rather stay in the cold and wet than go home.

"You realize that waiting here won't do any good, right?" he said, trying to make you see the absurdity of it all.

But hey, what other option did you have?

...

"Just come here," he grumbled, gesturing to you to get under his umbrella.

You were taken aback by Ratio's unexpected order.

He was actually offering to let you share his umbrella?

You looked at him, not sure if you had heard correctly, but Ratio's expression was a clear indication that he had said what you thought he had said.

Slowly, you took a few steps towards him, moving under the umbrella he was holding. He held the umbrella over you, making sure you were completely covered from the rain.

Ratio could feel the heat coming from your body now that you were close to him.

It was strange, having you so close to him. He wasn't used to being so physically close to another person, and having someone else occupying his personal space was something that usually bothered him.

But, for some reason, having you so close didn't bother him as much as he expected.

However, one common thought grabs both of you.

'Wouldn't this generate more rumors?'

Oh, but there was no one on campus to see you anymore.

Okay, you don't really know how it happened, but it happened.

After that afternoon almost night, you ended up going home with him almost every day.

It was strange if you started thinking about it a lot, but it started to be comforting. It had been days since that rainy day.

You had found a routine in which you and Ratio would go home together after their classes had ended.

The first few days, it was a little uncomfortable, given the natural stiffness of Ratio, but over time you had both gotten used to it.

You were walking next to him, or even in his car, with a comfortable silence filled the air.

It was a little strange to think about it, but you got used to have Ratio by her side every day.

You were beginning to appreciate him, perhaps even too much.

~Maybe too much to consider him just one more coworker.~

As you walked or rode in the car in comfortable silence, you couldn't help but steal glances at Ratio.

You had grown used to constantly being around him, so you had come to appreciate his quirks.

For example, the way he walked, as if he was constantly trying to maintain proper etiquette.

Or the way he always held his chin slightly higher than normal.

Or the way his hair always seemed to be so well-groomed.

Wait.

...

...

...

Why were you even noticing those details?

Don't be weird.

"Well guys, 15 minutes off, remember to stay silent," you said, as you sat at your desk, watching your students talk to each other.

The students acknowledged your words and began to chat amiably.

It was during these 15 minutes that you usually did some paperwork, or simply looked out the window, waiting for the break to end and resume the classes.

But, today you felt different.

Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ratio cross the door frame that separated your classroom from his.

He looked at you for a brief moment, as if waiting for you to notice.

You got up from your desk for a moment, taking advantage of the fact that your students were at their break.

"Yes, Mr. Ratio? Does something happen?" You asked with your typical softness in your tone.

Ratio stopped in front of the doorway, looking at you with a passive expression.

He cleared his throat softly before speaking.

"The principal is waiting for you in his office. He says he needs help on some of your students' documents."

That caught your attention quickly, if it was that, you'd definitely have to go now.

"Ah…but," you said, looking back, where your class was, talking to each other in a low voice.

Ratio observed the way you turned your back and saw your class, noticing the slight concern on your face.

"Don't worry," he intervened. "I can supervise the rest of your class for a few minutes," he said, his demeanor as serious as always.

Your eyes widened a little bit.

The idea of having Ratio in charge of your class was…strange, to say the least.

But it was better to leave them unsupervised.

You nodded, like thanking him, before you spoke out loud to your students. "Guys, listen to Professor Ratio, I'm coming back in a moment,"

The students let out small murmurs of acknowledgment, looking at where Ratio was standing.

They were a little surprised by the situation too, it was the first time that they were going to hear Ratio's class.

You let out a tiny chuckle, before walking to the door where Ratio was.

"Well, I'll be back in a few," you gently said, as you walked past Ratio, and he also moved to the side to allow you to pass.

"Take your time," he said softly before you left the classroom.

Ratio watched you go, closing the door once you were outside.

He stood in front of the class for a few moments, looking around at the students.

They all stared back at him with expressions of curiosity and a little bit of concern.

He was not exactly one of the most "beloved" teachers on campus for his attitude, and it was not surprising that his students feared him a little.

"You may continue your conversation," Ratio said stoically, taking a seat in your desk.

The students listened to his words and nodded before resuming their conversation.

However, they continued to watch him out of the corner of their eyes, trying not to annoy him.

Ratio let out a subtle sigh, before he took a look at the documents you had left scattered on your desk.

He moved a few papers, and his eyes landed on some student grades.

Oh… You were quite generous with those grades, he thought.

The walk was quite short, but you managed to think a little bit about why the principal of the university had asked for your presence.

After a few minutes, you finally reached the principal's office and knocked on the door.

A moment, his tone of voice was soft?

[…]

When you came back to your classroom, you let out a sigh, feeling more relaxed at last. you felt like you spent hours reading the same document over and over again.

But what you expected to hear; whispers and mild laughter, was the opposite once you took a step inside the classroom.

Pure silence.

Your students looked tense and when you noticed, the blackboard had physics theory.

You were speechless.

Of course, you knew that your students were a little afraid of Ratio and would do pretty much anything he asked, but you didn't expect that.

He look somewhat exasperated sitting at your desk, watching your students struggle to understand and solve basic physics exercises.

How was it possible that in less than a few minutes Ratio was lecturing physics?

"Ah, Mr. Ratio," You said, approaching him.

Ratio looked up from the papers in his hands as he heard you speak.

"Ah, you're back," he said.

"How did things with the principal go?" He added on.

You stopped by the desk, looking at him for a moment before looking at your students.

You found them trying to concentrate on his physics theory.

"How did this even happened?" You asked looking back at Ratio.

The students in the class were carefully watching the conversation between you and him, still somewhat nervous that his strict demeanor would pop out again at any moment.

However, they were surprised to see how casually you and Ratio talked.

Ratio noticed your surprise at the sight of the class focused on his Physics lesson.

"Well, I had two options," Ratio said. "One, stand there looking at them, or two, give them a Physics class."

"And it seems obvious that I chose the second one."

He didn't take his eyes off you, observing your expression as you looked at the students and back at him.

You felt somewhat worried about the tension caused in your students, but, this is a good anecdote.

You sighed, while you're smiling. You'd rather take it with a joke or calm before you get upset.

He got up from your desk, before he went to the door, where you too went.

"Thank you for taking care of them," you said, putting a hand on his shoulder somewhat confident but soft.

Before you go back to your desk and tell your students that they no longer needed to try to make sure by solving the blackboard thing.

Ratio felt a small shudder as soon as you put your hand on his shoulder. He didn't expect that simple gesture, but he didn't dislike it either.

He nodded in response to your thanks, before he went back to the teachers room.

He took a seat at his desk and went back to his paperwork.

But his mind wasn't completely focused on the papers in front of him.

He couldn't help but recall the feeling of your hand on his shoulder.

It was… strange.

Your students had asked you if you got along with Ratio, among other questions, since you always talked like this with them.

It was a shameful thing for you, but you clarified that it was just your coworker.

This time, you hadn't been able to fall asleep, especially since you stayed late correcting exams.

In the teacher's room, you collapsed at the table, lying in your arms, to try to rest a little until your next class.

Ratio observed you from his desk.

He knew you had stayed late correcting papers, and you were obviously tired.

He took a look at the clock on the wall. Almost time for your next class, and you looked about to fall asleep on the table.

Ratio let out a soft sigh before getting up from his desk and walking towards you.

He stood next to you, looking down at you.

"Don't fall asleep here," he stated in a firm but soft tone.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes when you heard Ratio speak.

You stared at him, bleary-eyed, a bit disoriented, but then you remembered why you were lying there.

You let out a soft sigh, and sat up from your previous position.

"I wasn't going to," you said, rubbing your eyes.

You looked at the clock on the wall and groaned. Class would start in about 10 minutes.

Ratio crossed his arms, looking at you closely as you sat up.

"Sure you weren't," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "It doesn't look like you got any rest."

He could see the bags under your eyes and the look of exhaustion on your face.

You remained silent, your eyes closed, without answering him. You were falling asleep again.

Ratio's expression softened a bit. You were really tired.

He leaned his hip against the table, before lightly tapping your head with his hand.

"Hey, stay awake," he said, gently tapping on your forehead.

You were almost asleep when Ratio tapped your head.

You quickly opened your eyes and looked up at him.

"I'm awake," you said, rubbing your eyes again. Ratio let out a small huff, seeing that you were still slightly dozy.

He decided he needed to do something to keep you awake.

He reached out his hand and lightly pinched your cheek, pulling it gently.

You felt a mixture of surprise and irritation as Ratio pinched your cheek.

"Hey-!" you exclaimed, swatting his hand away from your face.

"Don't do that," you grumbled, rubbing your cheek.

Ratio smirked, watching you become a little more awake.

Well, at least he can wake you up a little bit more.

After that, you went to give your class, which fortunately was only 1 hour.

When you finished class, you left, and oh, you were still too sleepy.

You walked quietly through the corridors of the university, which were still passed by more students.

Until you get to the exit, where you were walking to the parking lot.

You stood next to a car, waiting for Ratio to arrive, because, as you used to do, he would take you home.

You stayed there, holding the strips of your bag with one hand, while with the other you tried to keep your eyes open after rubbing them.

Ratio walked out of the university, noticing your figure standing next to the car.

As he approached, he observed how your eyelids were half-closed and you were struggling to stay awake.

He let out a soft sigh as he approached, not saying a word.

Once he was in front of you, he stood still for a moment before speaking. "You look worse than earlier."

That made you laugh a little bit.

You instantly recognized his voice and forced yourself to open your eyes at that moment to see him.

Without waiting for him, you felt his hand take yours, before gently pulling yourself to walk.

You frowned a little bit, where was he taking you? if his car was next to you.

Almost as if he knew what you were thinking, he spoke.

"That's not my car, mine is here,"

Your frown faded as he spoke.

You were a bit slow to understand things at the moment given your tiredness, so it took a few seconds to register his words.

"Ah..." you mumbled quietly under your breath, following him blindly.

But it made you laugh anyway to have made a car mistake.

He never took his eyes off you, he was making sure you didn't end up in a wall or something.

He didn't say anything, just kept walking, and you following him.

When you reached the car, he quickly opened the passenger door and helped you into the car.

Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you before going around to get into the driver's seat.

You sat in the passenger seat, finally resting on a comfortable surface.

You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing the feeling of the seat beneath you.

You heard the sound of the driver's door closing, and soon Ratio started the car.

He started to drive, and the hum of the engine and the quiet music playing from the radio were the only sounds in the car.

Ratio occasionally glanced at you through the corner of his eye, watching as you tried to fight against the tiredness that threatened to overtake you.

He could see how your eyelids were heavy and how you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"You can sleep for a bit," he said, his voice soft. "I'll wake you when we arrive."

You heard Ratio's voice, and opened your eyes a little, looking in his direction.

You considered what he said for a moment, but then closed your eyes again.

You let out a subtle breath, realizing that perhaps sleep was not a bad idea.

"Alright," you muttered. "Just… wake me up, please."

"I will," he reassured you. "Don't worry."

The car continued on its way, the hum of the engine and the quiet music lulling you into a drowsy state.

The passing scenery outside the window slowly began to blur together, as you gradually fell asleep.

[…]

You opened your eyes somewhat startled.

The first thing you saw was that you were still in Ratio's car and on top of it you had something that looked like his clothes.

Aeons, how much time had passed? As you tried to sit up, you realized that Ratio's vest had been placed over you like a makeshift blanket.

Looking out the window, it seemed that the car had parked in your driveway.

You turned to look at Ratio, who in that moment seemed to be reading something. Ratio looked up as soon you turned to look at him.

He didn't say anything, just looked at you with a blank expression.

"You drooled on it." He said as he pointed to the vest. You let out a small chuckle, noticing the wet spot on the vest he was pointing at.

"Sorry," you said, trying to rub the drool off the fabric. "I'm going to wash it."

Ratio shook his head, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

He closed the book he was reading and put it on the dashboard.

"It's not like it's the first time it's happened."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, a bit intrigued by what he meant.

"What do you mean, it's not the first time?" You asked. "Someone else drooling in your clothes?"

Your face was pure, literally, like a sign of interrogation. 'I screwed up.' was the first thought on Ratio's head.

"No, maybe, yes, no,"

"Huh?" You let go, not understanding what he said.

So, yes or no?

He looked at you for a moment, watching you trying to wrap your head around his previous answer.

"No, it's never happened before," he clarified.

"I meant that this is not the first time it has gotten dirty." He dded. Just in case.

Your mouth opened in the form of an 'o', now understanding its words.

"Ohh," You said, nodding.

"Right‐, you didn't wake me up, how long has it been since we arrived?" You asked, something worried.

Ratio checked the time on his phone, which was on the dashboard.

"About two hours," he replied, before locking the phone and turning his attention back to you.

Your eyes widened slightly in shock when you heard Ratio's answer.

"Two hours?" You repeated, feeling a pang of guilt for sleeping for that amount of time.

Ratio nodded in response to your question.

"Yes," he said. "You were really tired."

"Oh, aeons, I'm so sorry," you said quickly.

You felt sorry, as he spent two hours waiting for you to wake up.

Ratio shook his head, waving off your apology.

"It's fine," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You needed the sleep."

He paused for a moment, his gaze studying you closely.

And as he looked at you, you took out your phone, watching how late it was already.

Even though he told you he was okay, you still feel the shame.

"Your house is far from mine," you muttered as you calculated the time with your fingers, according to the time you saw on your phone.

"You can stay at my house until tomorrow," you said without much thought, "you're probably tired too," you added.

Ratio was surprised by your invitation. He hadn't expected you to offer him a place to stay.

He considered your offer for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "I don't want to impose."

"I'm definitely sure,"

He hadn't expected you to invite him over, but the thought didn't seem unpleasant to him.

"Alright," he said after a moment of consideration. "If that's alright with you."

[…]

Ratio took a deep breath, trying to ignore the slight flutter in his chest.

He had never stayed at your house before, but the thought of spending even just a night there didn't seem to bother him.

"Uhm," you let go, something insecure to say.

"You can sleep in my room," you said, as you brought blankets to the couch and a pillow.

Ratio watched as you brought blankets and a pillow over to the couch.

He paused for a moment before speaking, his voice soft.

"Are you sure you're not going to be uncomfortable?"

He said, when he saw that you made a makeshift bed on the couch, where he assumed you were going to sleep.

"Of course," you said, with a small smile.

"It's fine, I'm not that uncomfortable," you added, waving off Ratio's concern.

"But… are you sure you're okay with it?" He hesitated for a moment, before adding, "You'll be sleeping alone on the sofa while I have your bed?"

"Yup," you said, finishing fixing the makeshift bed.

Ratio had to admit that the idea of sleeping on the couch made him uneasy.

Although the couch was comfortable, it wasn't built for sleeping comfortably.

Without saying a word, he walked over to you and gently took the blankets from your hand.

"You're sleeping in the bed," he said, his tone firm.

You opened your mouth to protest, shocked by Ratio's adamant demand that you sleep in your own bed.

But Ratio was unshakeable.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on that couch," he said firmly. "It's uncomfortable."

"But…"

Ratio stood in front of you, holding the blankets in his hands. He was determined and unyielding in his decision.

"You'll be sleeping on the bed, and that's final."

You raised an eyebrow at his uncompromising tone, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement. It was a bit out of character for Ratio to get this adamant about something.

"You'll be uncomfortable." you protested weakly.

"You shouldn't worry about it, go to sleep," he said, placing the blankets he had in his hands back on the couch.

You let out a sigh and went to your room, muttering a silent 'good night'.

And, as Ratio sat on the couch so you could lie down, you left your room.

[...]

"We'll both sleep on the couch," you said, firmly, and sitting next to Ratio.

You didn't think it was fair that you slept in your bed. Ratio was taken aback as you sat down next to him on the couch.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise. "Are you serious?"

He couldn't believe that you were willing to give up your own bed.

"This is ridiculous," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "You're the one who needs sleep the most."

"And so did you." you said more calmly, settling on the couch, that fortunately it was big enough for both of you. Maybe you and he got too attached to each other.

Because now it didn't consist of being together when you came home, but even staying to sleep in each other's house.

Sometimes in your house and sometimes in his.

At first you two went from being only on the couch, to the point of confidence where you could sleep together in the same bed.

Of course, you never crossed limits, just some conversation and maybe embarrassed looks and that.

You couldn't believe you even took his hand when you slept.

It was sudden, but very pleasant.

The feelings involved were too obvious. But not a single word was ever said about it.

It had become a routine now, almost like a habit.

Whether it was your house or his, you would find yourselves in the same bed. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity in each other's presence.

The touch of his hand in yours, the way you both held onto each other's hands in your sleep—it spoke volumes without either of you uttering a word about it.

Despite the obvious presence of feelings between you, neither of you dared to express them aloud.

It was a strange and complicated situation. Both of you were aware of the feelings that were blooming between you, but neither of you had the courage to say anything about it.

The touches, the looks, the way you slept in each other's arms—all of these were like a silent language, a silent understanding between two people who were too afraid to speak.

The silence in the darkness seemed almost deafening.

The only sound breaking the quiet was your soft breathing and Ratio's steady heartbeat.

In the dim light, you watched his profile: the slope of his brow, the sharp angle of his nose, the firm line of his mouth. Even in sleep, Ratio's features held that aura of intelligence and aloofness.

Your eyes traced the shape of his lips, a thought lingering in your mind: what would it feel like to press your own against them?

Your heart raced as the thought crossed your mind. The image of pressing your lips to Ratio's, the sweetness and tenderness of the gesture, both excited and terrified you.

You felt your cheeks grow hotter and your breath quicken slightly.

'What am I thinking?' you scolded yourself silently, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued.

After a few more turns in bed, you managed to fall asleep.

[…]

The light coming in through the window of your room made you move a little in bed, letting out a slight whimper for waking you up.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the familiar surroundings of your bedroom. The morning sun poured in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything.

As you moved slightly in bed, you felt a weight against your back and something around your waist.

Suddenly, the realization hit you: you were not alone.

Ratio was there, his body pressed against yours, his arm around you like a protective barrier.

You lay still for a moment, processing the sensation of Ratio's body against yours.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his breathing slow and even. His arm was tight around your waist, as if he was holding onto you even in his sleep.

A strange mix of emotions swirled within you: surprise, contentment, tinges of joy, and a hint of confusion.

'How did we end up so close?' you wondered, feeling Ratio's breath against the back of your neck.

You moved as you could, coming face to face with him.

You were still sleepy, your eyes were still getting used to daylight.

The sight of Ratio's profile, up close and bathed in the morning light, was almost too much for your still-drowsy mind to handle.

His features, so often set in a stern expression, were relaxed and peaceful.

But before you could continue to admire his face, he frowned a little, also feeling the light that fell on his face after you had moved.

Ratio began to stir in his sleep, his arm around your waist tightening for a moment before he slowly opened his eyes.

He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the morning light, before he focused on you.

Ratio found himself face to face with you, their bodies tangled together and closer than usual.

He could tell that you were still half-asleep too, your eyes slightly glazed and your body drowsy.

For a moment, he simply watched you, his gaze lingering on your face. It was a sight he had grown accustomed to over time. But there was something about this moment, with the soft sunlight bathing your features, that felt almost intimate.

And, as if it were his way of saying 'good morning', he came to your face a little bit closer and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

The surprise of Ratio's unexpected gesture left you momentarily stunned.

It was a soft, brief kiss, but it left a warm and tingling feeling on your lips. You couldn’t help but stare at him dumbfounded, your mind still trying to grasp the early morning.

You felt your heart race in your chest, but you couldn't move or even think about reciprocating.

As Ratio pulled away from the kiss, he looked into your eyes. His gaze was softer than usual, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was only broken by the sound of your mingled breaths.

You looked back at Ratio, unsure of how to react. You couldn't tell if he did it without thinking because after all, he had just woken up.

But the fact was that he kissed you. Ratio broke the silence first, his voice low and deep.

"Good morning," he said, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the kiss still lingering on your lips.

"Um," you muttered, not quite sure what to say. "Good morning…"

He stayed silent for a moment, his arm still around your waist.

There was a palpable tension in the air, a silent communication between you. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the unexpected kiss, had transformed the usual early morning quiet into something almost electric.

You managed to stick your head to his chest, almost as if you wanted to hide your face.

And as you did, you let out a soft laugh.

You were grateful for what was going on in your life. Ratio heard your soft laugh, the sound slightly muffled by his chest. He felt your body relax against his, and a strange feeling of relief and warmth washed over him.

He could feel the heat coming off your face as you tried to hide it against his chest.

After a few moments of silence, Ratio spoke again, his voice soft but firm.

"I can't see your expression like that."

You felt his hand began to slide up and down your back in a slow, soothing motion. The gesture was both comforting and intimate, his hand warm against your skin.

It was as if Ratio was silently acknowledging the change in atmosphere, the strange but pleasant electricity in the air.

"I know," you said quietly.

Ratio's hand continued its slow, soothing path up and down your back, the contact warm and gentle.

You could feel his breath against your hair, the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled.

There was something soothing and intimate about being so close to him, about feeling his body against yours.

Ratio, on the other hand, was also silently relishing this moment of closeness.

He had woken up to find himself tangled with you, and the kiss had been completely unexpected.

But he didn't regret it.

[…]

You walked with a smile on your face, which despite being something characteristic on your face, this time it was for one more reason.

Him.

Oh, aeons, you really liked that man.

Maybe it's time for you to tell him your feelings, even though they're obvious.

You gave your first two classes of the day with much better attitude than other days, and of course, your students were more than happy about it.

Ratio, for his part, also noticed that you were more radiant than usual.

The usual kindness and patience you always put into your classes were heightened today, and your warm aura seemed to touch everyone.

Even his most rowdy and reluctant students were unusually attentive and behaved during his class.

There was a sense of peace and tranquility surrounding you, and it clearly had a positive effect on everyone around you.

Throughout the day, Ratio found himself stealing glances at you everytime he could, the memory of the morning fresh in his mind.

The students in your classes today couldn't help but notice the change in your demeanor. You were more energetic, more animated, and more engaged than usual.

Word was quickly spreading that you seemed happier than usual.

By lunchtime, many of your fellow colleagues had come up to ask you about your mood.

"You seem strangely more happy today," a colleague commented during lunch.

"Something good happened?"

"A secret lover, perhaps?"

You could not hide the small, almost embarrassed smile that formed on your lips as your colleagues teased you.

Their comments weren't far from the truth, after all.

"Maybe," you replied, trying to brush off their suggestions with a casual laugh.

But deep down, you knew the real reason behind your elevated mood.

Ratio. He was the reason.

After that, you just had to teach a class and you would end your working day, you were already looking forward to returning home with Ratio.

But strangely, just as you were going to start teaching the class to your students, a knock on the door rang out.

You curiously approached quickly, only to see Ratio there.

You instantly smiled, something you couldn't help.

However, your smile disappeared a little as you noticed the frown on his face and look somewhat tense.

Before you could ask him what was going on, he spoke first.

"The principal is waiting for us in his office,"

Your heart sank a little at Ratio's words. The principal summoning both of you could mean nothing good.

A thousand thoughts began to race through your mind. Had you done something wrong? Had there been a complaint about your classes?

You tried to remain calm as you spoke.

"Do you know what it's about?"

Ratio shook his head, his expression still tense. But as he gestured for you to follow, his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

You could see a flicker of concern in his gaze, a hint of the same emotions you were feeling.

"Guys, if you're going to talk, do it quietly," you said out loud, without your tone of voice faltering from the tension that grew inside you, before closing the door behind you.

The walk to the principal's office was filled with a tense silence. Ratio's face was unreadable, his usual stern expression giving away nothing.

You walked slightly behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

Despite the distance between you, you could almost feel the anxiety radiating off him. It was unlike him to be so visibly unnerved.

You could feel your heart beating faster with each step, your palms slightly sweaty.

As you reached the principal's office door, you felt Ratio's hand gently touch your elbow, a silent gesture to make you stop.

You turned to look at him, meeting his gaze.

For a moment, he stared at you, his eyes studying your face. It was as if he was trying to read something from your expressions.

Ratio's eyes seemed to linger on your face a little longer than necessary, but you couldn't tell if he was reading your concern or something else.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low.

"Whatever happens in there," he muttered, his gaze still firmly locked on yours. "Stay calm. Try not to say anything unnecessary. And—let me do most of the talking."

His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, swallowing heavily. Ratio's words did little to ease your growing anxiety.

In this case, it only made it worse.

Ratio's words echoed in your mind as you watched him knock firmly on the principal's office door.

The silence that followed seemed almost deafening.

After a few moments, the principal's voice called out.

"Come in,"

Ratio pushed the door open, gesturing for you to go in first. You stepped into the office, your heart hammering in your chest.

The principal was sat behind his desk, a stack of papers in front of him.

His expression was serious, his eyes moving from Ratio to you.

With a brief greeting, the director told them to take a seat, even without changing their tone of voice or facial expression a little.

You sat down, your legs seeming to turn slightly numb.

Ratio took a seat beside you, his hand brushing against yours for a brief moment.

The principal looked at both of you, his gaze lingering on you for a few seconds, before finally speaking.

"I suppose you know why you're both here," the principal began. "I need to discuss a…delicate matter."

Your anxiety heightened even more.

Ratio, on the other hand, merely nodded, his face stoic.

The principal leaned back in his chair, studying you for a moment.

His expression was still stoic, but there was an edge to his gaze that you couldn't quite read.

"I'm going to cut to the chase," he began, shuffling through the papers on his desk. "There have been some concerns about… certain rumors about you two."

Your breath caught in your throat. Rumors? What rumors…

Oh, fuck.

The principal's words were like a punch to the gut.

Rumors.

You'd known the students have been speculating about the two of you for a while, but you hadn't realized it had gotten this far.

As the principal continued to speak, you could feel Ratio tensing beside you.

Your palms were sweaty, and it took all your will not to clench your fists too tightly.

"There have been reports," the principal said, "of… improper conduct between you two. Spending excessive time together, leaving and arriving at work together…"

The principal continued, his gaze shifting between you and Ratio.

"Apparently, there have been some… rumblings among the students and staff." He said, his voice stern. "Concerns about a… romantic… relationship between the two of you."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm more than sure you both know about the code in this university about relationships between professors," he added again, intertwining his hands at the desk.

Your heart sank even further as the principal's words sunk in.

So it had gone that far. Rumours amongst the students and staff…

This wasn't good.

Your eyes flicked to Ratio, but he was still stonily silent. His face was impassive, but you could see the muscles in his jaw clenching.

"Of course," Ratio spoke up for the first time since being in the office. His voice was as level as usual, betraying nothing. "We are both aware of the rules in place."

The principal's words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Your heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

Beside you, Ratio's body was taut, his expression still a blank mask.

The code was strict. Professors were forbidden to date each other—it was a rule that came with the job.

The principal's gaze rested on Ratio, his eyes sharp.

"Ratio," he said, "I've known you for a long time. You're an excellent professor, but—"

Ratio cut him off, his voice cold. "Excuse me, but what? You're going to lecture me about the code?"

The principal's expression didn't change a bit. "Yes," he said, "as your boss, it's my responsibility to remind you of the university's regulations."

Ratio's jaw tightened. "I'm well aware of the regulations," he said, his voice taking a more defiant tone. "But do you really think I would risk my career for… for something like a romance?"

Your mind was racing. The principal's words had struck a nerve, but Ratio's response was almost… defensive.

The principal, on the other hand, was unimpressed.

His gaze remained steady on Ratio. "I'm not questioning your professional integrity," he said, his tone unyielding.

"But I need to make sure that these rumors are… unfounded."

Ratio's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. "These rumors are absolutely unfounded," he replied, his voice sharp as a blade. "Our relationship is… strictly… professional."

Your heart ached. Strictly… professional?

He saw the director leaning on his chair, before letting out an audible sigh.

"As the authority of this university, I dare ask both of you. Are you having, starting. thinking about having an external relationship to being coworkers, rather, a romantic relationship?" He questioned, with total seriousness and firmness.

The room was silent as the principal's question hung in the air.

Your chest was constricting, your gut clenched.

You stole a glance at Ratio. His jaw was so tight, you thought it might crack.

He was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the principal.

The seconds felt like hours before he finally spoke. "No," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "There is no romantic relationship."

"…"

"We do not and will not, have, any sort of romantic relationship."

The principal was silent for a moment. His gaze flicked over to you, his eyes seeming to search your face.

The director was going to talk, but Ratio interrupted him.

"And even though something happened or hasn't happened between us, that was and would be purely a mistake. Something that in any case got out of hand. Only that, nothing else."

The room was silent once again.

Ratio's words echoed in your ears, each one like a stab to the heart.

His words stung.

A mistake. That's all what had happened between the two of you was… a mistake.

You felt that ugly feeling where you felt a pain in your chest and throat, which left a slight shudder spreading throughout your body.

After a few moments, the principal spoke again. His voice was still firm, but there was a hint of resignation in it.

"And you, Y/N? Do you also think the same way?" The principal's question forced you out of your thoughts.

Your heart was pounding.

You swallowed heavily, trying to steady your racing mind.

The words stuck in your throat. You could feel Ratio's gaze on you, but you dared not look at him.

For a moment, you didn't know what to say. Your mind was a jumbled mess.

Your heart was breaking.

Finally, you found your voice. "Yes," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. The word felt like sandpaper on your tongue. The room was so quiet, you could almost hear a pin drop.

Ratio remained silent, his expression unreadable.

The principal was watching you, his eyes studying your face intently.

You could feel yourself wilting under his gaze. Your chest was tight, your head spinning.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the principal spoke.

"I see," he said, folding his hands on the desk. "In that case, I trust that both of you will ensure these rumors do not continue to persist. We do not need such… distractions at this university."

You looked at a blank dot on the director's desk, begging your eyes not to get teary.

Ratio nodded. "I assure you that this situation won't happen again,"

His voice was stoic, giving away nothing of what he really felt.

Ratio.

You had no idea what he felt in that moment.

But his words… still echoed in your heart.

A mistake.

He looked very firm in saying those words.

The principal nodded, seeming satisfied enough. "Good," he said, "that's all I needed to know."

He pushed his chair back, signalling that the meeting was over.

"You both may leave now."

You felt your body moving, but you were on autopilot. You understood that he would not deny, after all, he could lose his job. But a small part of you hoped he would defend what little you two were beginning to have.

Everything around you was a blur, your thoughts were all over the place.

Ratio stayed silent as well as both of you walked out of the office.

It wasn't until the door closed behind you that the world came back into focus.

And despite being outside, you didn't look at him.

For a few moments, both of you remained there in tense silence. Ratio's expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on some point to the side.

Your heart was still in your throat, your mind still racing.

Finally, Ratio spoke, his voice low. "You should go back to your class."

Hearing his voice felt like another twist of a knife.

You nodded, not able to bring yourself to speak. You turned and walked away, your heart heavy.

You could feel your hands trembling, your chest constricting more and more with each step.

As you entered your classroom, your eyes were blurry, and your vision was slightly misty.

The students glanced up as you walked in, but you barely noticed them.

You made your way to your desk and sank into the chair.

For the rest of the lesson, you taught mechanically.

Your mind wasn't really there.

The hours passed, but the lesson seemed to last an eternity.

Each moment felt like a blade against your heart. Ratio's words were etched in your heart, and the image of his stony face refusing to leave.

The students were starting to notice that something was wrong. Some asked if you were alright, others exchanged whispers.

You made it through the period on autopilot, hardly paying any attention to yourself or the class around you.

Once the bell rang, you watched as the students filed out of class.

You were left alone in the empty room, the silence deafening.

Once the door closed behind the last student, you slumped back into your chair.

Your body was trembling, and your heart was beating painfully in your chest.

You felt like you might burst into tears at any moment.

But you sat there, frozen, staring at the wall in front of your chair.

You took a few minutes to calm down as best you could, before you left the classroom.

You walked through the hallways, your eyes unfocused and your heart still aching.

The corridors were empty as you made your way to the break room.

You wanted—no, needed—a cup of coffee. It was more of a physical need than a mental one.

As you reached the small break room, you walked in and closed the door behind you.

The room was not empty, but it was not too full either.

You made your way over to the coffee machine and began to make yourself a cup.

As you did, you tried to relax with the sound of the clock on the wall and papers being signed and corrected. The coffee started to brew.

The rich scent of caffeine filled the air as you waited patiently, hoping it would soothe your aching heart somehow.

You were still shaken from the meeting, and the cup of steaming black liquid was the only thing you could find any comfort in.

The warmth it gave you, more than anything.

As the coffee finished brewing, you were about to pour it into a cup when a voice startled you from your thoughts.

"That's a lot of coffee."

You turned to see who had spoken.

Ratio was standing next to you, looking at the coffee you were about to pour into a cup.

You froze, your heart lurching in your chest.

Seeing him suddenly was a surprise, and a reminder of the conversation and how it ended.

"Ah…yes" you muttered, trying to make your voice come out soft and calm, as always.

Ratio's expression was unreadable, his gaze fixated on the coffee pot. For a moment, he said nothing, only remained there in silence.

The desire to cry took hold of you again. And to think that today you were going to declare and affirm your feelings for him.

Ratio's voice broke the silence, low and measured as usual. “I didn’t know art teachers could drink this much caffeine." His words were a weak attempt at humor.

You didn’t know what to say, staring at the cup you were about to fill. "Hah," you forced yourself to let go of that slight laugh.

Ratio's gaze flicked to yours, studying your face for a moment.

His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to cut through you.

You knew he was looking at you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look back at him.

The tension in the air was thick.

"You shouldn’t drink that much,” Ratio spoke again. You knew he was going to keep talking. But at that moment you didn't want to hear him.

You couldn't help it.

Before he could continue, you finally looked at him, forcing yourself to look straight into his blank face.

The words came out of your mouth before you could even catch them.

"Why? Are you worried?" Your voice was sharp and cold, surprising even yourself.

A defence mechanism.

Ratio was caught off guard, but his stoic expression didn't falter. He didn't immediately reply.

After a few moments, Ratio's gaze flicked over your face, searching for something.

You didn't know what he was looking for, but you knew that you hoped he didn't see anything.

His voice was a little softer when he finally replied. "Yes, I suppose I am."

Your heart ached at the answer, your chest tight.

He was concerned?

And yet…

His words in the director's office echoed in your mind.

"A mistake.."

You tore your gaze from his, staring back at the coffee pot. You could still feel his eyes on you and it was suffocating. So you forced yourself to speak.

"The best thing will be that you don't worry about me again, Mr. Ratio," you spoke, adding the formal title to his name, almost like before being close to him.

Ratio was silent, and you could feel his gaze still on you.

He was trying to read you, trying to understand the change in your attitude.

You could sense that he was at a loss for words.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice still calm but with a slight edge to it.

"Did I say something to upset you?" he asked.

His question was a dagger to your heart, your mind instantly going back to the memory of his words in the director's office.

You forced yourself to stay calm, to keep your voice level and emotionless.

"You didn't say anything that wasn't true, sir," you replied.

As you spoke, you slowly poured the coffee into the cup, trying to keep your hands steady.

Ratio was silent, his eyes still on you.

You knew that he knew the weight of his previous words. He knew it perfectly well.

"We are and will not be anything, what happened when we were together was a mistake," you said, using the same words as him.

However, when you spoke, you lowered the tone of your voice, so that only he could hear it and not attract the attention of the other teachers who were in the room.

Ratio's expression didn't change. He remained still, his eyes fixed on you, but a flicker of something passed through his gaze. Whether it was hurt, guilt, or something else, you couldn't tell.

When you finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds, his eyes still burning into yours.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice a little hoarse.

"Is that what you really think?" His question felt like a slap in the face.

Was that what you really thought? You almost wanted to laugh, but the bitter feeling in your chest wouldn't let you.

"That's what you thought," you answered, not looking away from him. "I'm just repeating what you said."

Ratio's jaw clenched tightly, his jaw tensing as you spoke.

"It was a mistake," he repeated what he had said before, his voice a little more firm. There was something else in his voice. A pang of regret or doubt.

You tried to keep your composure, but his words dug into your heart again.

"That's right," you agreed, your voice low. "It was a mistake. Nothing more. Nothing less." After that, you didn't bother to see him again. All you heard were his footsteps and the teacher's room door opening and closing.

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[calxide]

⸻ SLEEPLESS NiGHTS 💤

kazuha x gn!reader | 500+ words ; no pronouns used for the reader. i, literally, cannot sleep so i wrote this fic pls help. written in lowercase. not proofread pls just let me sleep already. words: milk, punch are mentioned. sleeping tgt. god when will i have this. just pure fluff, some brainrot, and definitely no sleep for me.

“i can't sleep.”

it's past two in the morning, yet here you are, standing in front of a dazed, closed-eyed kazuha — a plushie in your arms, blanket on your shoulders, and an oversized pajama.

kazuha tried his best to force his eyes open. but he fails, so he just sends you a smile.

“come in.” kazuha almost hit his head on the doorframe when he turned around to make way for you to get in.

you plopped yourself comfortably on his sofa. “sorry, i had a terrible sleeping schedule last week. now, i can't get it out of my system.”

you've been pulling all-nighters last week because of the hell-stack of schoolworks you had to do, and now, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, so you decided it's best to show up at your best friend's door at 2 am since you live in the same building anyway.

kazuha chuckled and went to the kitchen. “milk?”

“sure… i'll take anything to make me pass out.”

“a punch then?” he joked.

“why not?”

a few minutes later, he comes back with two glasses of milk in his hands. “here you go, sleepyhead.”

“you're the sleepy one here, dummy.”

“fake it til you make it, they say,” he joked and took a sip from his glass.

as soon as you both finished drinking, kazuha offered to bring it in the sink. after a while, he came back with a blanket enough to fit you two in—enough to cover the sofa you were sitting on.

you raised an eyebrow as if asking what's his plan for the night. kazuha simply shrugged, sat beside you again and covered you.

the blanket was fluffy. it was warm to be under the blanket, and even warmer with kazuha by your side.

you noticed him drifting off. kazuha has been a victim of your sleepless nights for quite awhile now, but he doesn't seem to mind. sometimes he'd ask you to tell him stories so your problems would come off your chest, sometimes he'd be the one to tell tales for you to fall asleep.

but tonight, kazuha's clearly tired, he's completely dozing off. his head was hanging and you're worried he might actually fall off the sofa.

“you can sleep on my shoulder, you know,” you whispered your offer. “or like, just lay your head on the sofa.”

without thinking much, kazuha immediately made himself comfortable using your shoulder as his pillow. you wondered if he had forgotten you were the one who he was supposed to help fall asleep.

although, you don't really mind. sometimes, it's not bad to lend a shoulder to a friend, literally.

you and kazuha just stayed like that for who knows how long — it was quiet, the comforting kind, with the only source of noise coming from the air-conditioner.

you examined his peaceful sleeping face. kazuha looked beautiful as he always does.

you smiled as you felt your heart flutter. ah, silly thoughts.

“good night, kazu,” you mumbled.

you planted a kiss on kazuha's hair, then laid your head on top of his. yawning, you finally felt the melatonin kicking in. and so, you drifted off to dreamland.

kazuha shifted his position a bit and smiled as if he was dreaming. “sweet dreams, y/n.”

NOTE hello hahahahaha 5 months in in 2024 and im back just because my eyebags are insanely bad and i havent had an 8-hour sleep since god knows when (exaggerated but u get my point) plzzz wait for me school is almost done. thanks hope i can fall asleep now... p.s. i havent written anything for so long now so i apologize...

[jals-stuff]

hi girlie!! i see that your requests are open... can i pls request hurt+comfort on orter with a flirty girl reader pretty please??? the lack of orter fics is crazy T_T

(guess who btw :3)

why hello there, dear. I'll guess you are m***i, and I agree, there aren't enough works on him.

Anyway, here's a poorly, quickly written one. It is supposedly proofread but it's 5am and I am very eepy!

Just a flirt!

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: none!

“Took you long enough.” 

You blinked a few times as he looked up from his paperwork, and mostly at the report you were holding. You had spent longer than necessary on this paper you’d received from Renatus, correcting rewriting the entire thing as it was just full of mistakes and this jerk was too lazy to give you anything that was decent.

“What, did you miss me that much?” You raised your eyebrows with a slight smile as you chuckled to yourself. Oh yeah, that was funny. Orter didn’t seem to find it amusing, as his expression didn’t really change at all. You made your way to his desk and sat on the chair facing it, handing him Renatus’ report.

He decided not to dwell on that stupid remark of yours and started reading the paper, taking notes on the side and making sure nothing is missing. Meanwhile, you were staring carefully studying his expression, and every single small nod he gave while reading.

“Renatus isn't usually this thorough with reports. Colour me surprised.” He blankly said and slid the report inside one of his drawers. You raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a proud grin. “Renatus gave me a piece of scrap, so I rewrote it entirely using the information he gave me.” you stated, crossing your arms as you looked at him, visibly waiting for some praise.

He stared blankly for a second and sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Well done, (Y/N). Very good work.” Though he was praising you, his expression didn't change that much and you could just feel how exhausting it was for him to give compliments.

“Mm, mm. That's right. I’m always good with my work when I know you'll review it…” You trailed off, looking at him with a satisfied smile and a small wink. He raised both eyebrows at your obvious flirting and chose not to comment on it, but you weren't done anyway.

“Anyway, I think I deserve more than just a little compliment! I rewrote the entire thing, you know?” You playfully pouted, putting on a dramatically sad, puppy eyes expression for him. Orter pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh; he knew you wouldn't back down anyway.

“That was amazing work, (Y/N). Rarely have I ever seen a report written with such incredible finesse and precision.” He said blankly again, and it was clear he didn't mean it that much, although there was a part of truth in his words that he refused to admit, even to himself.

“Thank you, thank you.” You chuckled, knowing very well that he was exaggerating, but seeing as he played along, you decided to push your luck a little. “So what, am I getting a reward for all this hard work?”

Even if his expression didn't change, you could read him like he was an open book. “Was the praise not enough?” was probably what he thought at this point. You could've stopped there and brushed it off as a joke but your ego had been flattered just enough to make you bolder.

“How ‘bout… a little kiss? Just on the cheek! Like mwwwah!” you mimicked a kiss while pointing at your cheek and were absolutely convinced that your imitation was flawless. Of course, you were partially joking, and assumed he would just sigh and dismiss your comment, but no such luck.

“I have better things to do than to entertain your delusional little fantasies.” He simply spoke and grabbed his pen again to fill out some of his paperwork. Ouch. But that was his whole personality anyway, of course he wouldn't give you a little kiss, you already knew that, but hearing him say it this way tugged just a tiny bit at your heartstrings.

“No fun.” You sighed and crossed your arms on top of his desk before nesting your chin in-between them. “I am being highly underappreciated here.” You whined dramatically, and then regained your usual smug expression. “That's okay though, you're still my favourite.”

You could tell you were slowly but surely getting on his nerves, and it was kind of amusing to see him have to close his eyes and take a deep breath before focusing on his tasks again. He was already being very patient by allowing you to laze around in his office when you had free time, but he was gradually starting to regret this decision.

You were already done with your work for today, and sat in Orter’s office simply to enjoy his company. He knew, and for some reason he tolerated your presence as long as you didn't disturb him too much. 

Was any of your flirting serious? Of course it was. You genuinely liked him! You had been blessed with a sweet voice and a pretty face, and most of your colleagues at the Bureau would've dreamt of being in his place right now. He was very much aware of that, but it seemed off to him.

Even though your coworkers kept flirting around with you and quite literally trying to slide in your pants, you had denied every single one of them. From nameless staff members to the Flame Cane, none of them had your attention except Orter, and all of your flirting surely showed it… or so you thought. Things were awfully different in his mind.

Now, you were just looking at him and his paperwork, fiddling with some trinkets on his desk. Being in the same room as him was almost enough for you, but you kept feeling this physical need to flirt with him, to demonstrate how much you liked him, and you would've thought he had a clue, as you kept making it painfully obvious.

His eyes travelled to your hands as he put one of his papers down. “Stop it.” He ordered, and you immediately let go of the trinket you were toying with in a deep sigh now.

“But I’m bored.” You mumbled, and he put down his pen, his hands now joined on top of his desk. He looked at you for a bit, your almost childish behaviour was starting to irritate him slightly.

“Then leave.” He raised his head slightly as he took off his glasses to wipe them. “Nobody asked you to sit here and disturb my work with your… immature antics.” Ouch, another one, but at this point, you were used to his spiky remarks and simply shrugged it off.

“Aww, but I'll miss you if I leave, you know~?” Again with the puppy eyes, making your expression unnecessarily dramatic again even though you meant every single word you said; but saying it in a completely blank tone would embarrass you way too much. “And I know you'll miss me too, hehe.” You playfully added.

He put his glasses back on and gave you a very stern look and raised an eyebrow very slightly. “Surely, there are other victims that await your attention somewhere else. Why not pay them a visit instead of constantly disrupting my focus?”

He sure was in a foul mood today, wasn't he? But his comment felt like a sharp blade into your stomach and you just needed an explanation for it. “What is that supposed to mean?” Your flirtatious demeanour was temporarily suspended as you weren't quite sure what you'd just heard.

“Are you already done seducing your other colleagues? Must I suffer your incessant flirtations in their place now?” He asked again, and it didn't sound like he was being sarcastic at all, but at least you now knew.

“Orter… are you jealous?” You asked, and your tone was dead serious. It was inimaginable that he could ever feel jealous about something so petty— something you hadn't even done in the first place.

He took a deep breath. “Nonsense. This is wishful thinking; I am merely aggravated by your attempts to turn me into one of these loyal… dogs you have around at the Bureau.” he scoffed, and you could tell he was not pleased with your behaviour.

“...what?” was all you could utter, as you looked at him in disbelief. “You don't know how wrong you are about this, clearly.” You didn't want to be rude to him even though he really deserved it right now, but you seemed to be testing each other's patience.

“How wrong could I be? These people are head over heels for you. Surely, this doesn't happen without a push.” He firmly stated, and again, he was wrong. “Whatever have I done for you to think I’ll be one of them?”

You had always hated arguments, but having one with Orter was the worst that had happened in a while. He was fully convinced that you were but a flirt, a temptress that relished in having people crawl at her feet… but that wasn't it, and these people weren't exactly crawling either.

“How can you say such a thing?” You looked at him in heavy disappointment. “How could you think such a thing, after all of… this?” After all of the obvious flirting you gave him, the endless remarks about how you miss him when he isn't around or your constant winking.

He was just staring in religious silence, thinking you'd give up and simply admit your faults so he could go back to work without any disturbance, but he was once again very wrong, and you needed to justify yourself. 

“Why would I flirt with anyone other than you at the Bureau?” you asked, standing up from your chair and placing both hands on the desk in front of him, and he simply adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Because that's who you are, it would seem.”

You sat back in defeat, looking at him, completely dumbfounded. Every word you wanted to say ended up getting swallowed in the whirlpool of emotions you were feeling, and you couldn't do anything else than stare at him. You could physically feel your heartstrings being pulled now and it was disturbingly painful.

“Is…” you swallowed your emotions down before trying again. “Is that really what you think? That I'm just the type of girl to flirt around and just… sleep well afterwards?” Your tone made it obvious that you were hurt, and it didn't go unnoticed. 

But he was convinced. Convinced that your flirting was not a rare occurrence, that it extended beyond the limits of his office, that surely you had already done it before and he was probably just one of those targets you'd use to boost your self-esteem. Even though he was upset with you, his goal wasn't to hurt you, and he decided to avoid your question, not knowing what to answer anyway.

“I don't even know why you're trying to justify yourself that hard.” He finally sighed and grabbed his pen again, which was his way of telling you that this conversation was over and you had to leave; but you wouldn't let go just yet, not before you had said your piece. 

“Because it's you we're talking about.” You blurted out, once again flabbergasted by how dense a man could be. “How straightforward do I have to be for you to understand? Have I not been vigorously flirting with you?” You asked loudly, almost laughing nervously.

“You sure have, but—”

“Have I not made it crystal clear that I am into you? That I want to spend time with you?” Oh, you had no will to listen to his flawed reasoning and you just couldn't take it anymore. You were trying your best not to tear up in front of him already, and any more of his baseless accusations surely would make a sufficient push to make you cry.

“I never said you didn't d—”

“Then why are you so blind to my feelings?” You interrupted again, but this time way calmer. You sat back, weakly plopping down on your chair and staring down at his desk for no apparent reason. He didn't really say anything. In fact, he was processing the information you had just given him.

You felt terribly awkward after your half confession, and that clumsy part of your personality couldn't take the silence anymore. “How can someone that dense be in charge of the Magical Power administration..?” 

Were you jesting? Probably. But what else could you do anyway? Your main goal was to keep your composure and hold your tears back, at least until you were out of his line of sight. His eyes were on you, they had been the whole time, but you couldn't muster the courage to look at him anymore.

“May I speak now?” He asked, first of all wanting to make sure you wouldn't interrupt him anymore, and only now did it occur to you, how rude you had been these last few minutes. You gave a nod and he sighed deeply, joining his hands against his desk and looking at you with a bit of a softer expression.

“I never said you haven't been straightforward.” He started, and now that you were a bit calmer than before, you could feel your shame grow at his words. “I never said you didn't do all these things you talked about so… fervently. I am merely saying that I do not believe you are exclusively trying to seduce me.”

You sighed again, and he braced himself for another rant but instead of justifying yourself again, you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath. Looking all sad and defeated wasn't like you at all, and you needed to prove yourself to this dense, silly, overworked man.

“I don’t get it. Why does the fact that I supposedly am flirting with other people bother you?” You decided to ask, your arms crossed over your chest as you were now back to studying his expression and tone. If you were going to cry, so be it, but you wouldn't go down without a fight, especially for him.

He takes a minute to think, narrowing his eyes slightly. “What bothers me is the way you act with those people, and how you pretend to be innocent afterwards.” You gave him a confused look and he decided to develop. “The way you politely smile at them and make small talk. You're almost inviting them.” He said that while keeping his straight face and cold glare, completely serious.

Oh. Oh. 

“So you are jealous.” You couldn't help but smile a little and finally look up at him, only to be met by an utterly confused Orter, ready to absolutely deny your claim.

“I am not jealous, (Y/N).”

“What if I stopped talking to all of them then, would it make things a little better?” You offered, suppressing a smile and pretending to act serious. He seemed to think for another minute again and leaned back into his chair.

“Yes, I believe it would.”

Ah, you couldn’t take it anymore and just burst out laughing; he didn’t seem to like it very much but it was impossible to resist. You just had to make sure again, and so, you slowly regained your composure and caught your breath, then exhaled deeply. “So, let me get this straight…” you started, and he listened. “What upsets you is the fact that I am supposedly flirting with other people, and if I didn’t smile at them or made small talk, you wouldn’t mind my flirting?”

You did not miss that sigh of relief. He adjusted his glasses again and crossed his legs, looking at you very seriously. “I am glad to know that you have ears.” He said blankly, his expression still so cold as his eyes landed on yours again. “Are you making fun of me now?” His voice sounded slightly irritated and you had to calm yourself down again.

“No, not at all. But you just admitted to being jealous so… I win.” You could feel all of your earlier worries dissipating. He wasn't denying it either, instead looking like he was thinking about your reasoning; you had him cornered now. 

And the best part about all of this is that he has no clue what he just signed up for.

[jayparked]

hi everyone 💛 i know i recently did a poll about fake texts vs fics and the results were NOT EVEN CLOSE LMAO

i love that everyone loves my fake texts and appreciate how well they've been doing, but i will be taking a little bit of a break from them 😔 im a bit burned out from them and although i have a lot of ideas saved in my drafts i cant bring myself to finish them on that note, i have quite a few fics in the works that i will be posting within the next few weeks/months that i'm excited to share with everyone :) here's some sneak peaks 💛 pls let me know what you think! disclaimer: all works will be nsfw so mdni special shoutout to @sungbeams for making two of these banners for me 💛 ilysm talented wench

best friends to ???? / sunghoon x female reader / oneshot

synopsis: you find out your best friend has been a long term pornhub subscriber and you cant help but send him a teasing text about it. but after seeing his most watched video, you cant help but suggest ruining the friendship and acting out your favorite scenes together

current word count: 1.5k

estimated word count: 10k

estimated release date: tbd

preview:

“Why do you think I haven't been able to keep a girl around for more than 3 months? Because it’s clear how obsessed with you I am. They were only just placeholders, anything I could do to try to get you off my mind while pretending it was you begging for me every night, pretending it was you screaming my name as I fuck you.”

college au / jay x female reader / oneshot

synopsis: the new transfer student has been eating up all the new attention he's been getting, but you couldn't care less. and that only makes him more desperate to get to know you

current word count: 5.4k

estimated word count: 15k

estimated releaste date: tbd

preview:

“I just did that stupid ‘drop all your books in front of your crush and see if they help you pick them up while you also try to pick them up and your hands graze against each other and you look into each other’s eyes’ thing and you just stared at me like I was an idiot but joke’s on you because the person who did pick them up is way cuter than you and I. think. I’ll. be. dropping. my. things. around. them. more. often.” Jay’s animated staccato tone throws you off and quickly sends you in a fit of laughter as he stands there with his arms crossed and his chin turned up towards the sky. “You wanted me...to pick up...your books...cause I’m...your WHAT?” You laugh harder, clutching your sides as you double forward.

office au / enemies with benefits to ???? / jungwon x female reader, ??? x female reader / smau with written parts

synopsis: things between you and your enemies with benefits agreement has to come to an end. not only to keep the peace at the office you both work at, but to actually give you somewhat of a chance at finding true love

current progress: 5 chapters outlined

estimated chapters: 30+

estimated release date: tbd

preview:

“-Don’t ask me again,” he sits up quickly, your head moving back while he readjusts his body to lean over you slightly, one hand hovering just millimeters next to your cheek, “please, don’t. Not unless you mean it. Not unless you really want me.” His voice is wavering as his eyes flick from your own down to your lips, then back to your eyes again. His pupils are shaking, searching deeply in yours for any hesitation, his breath shallow and slight as he waits for your response. “I need you, Jungwon.” “Fuck,”

established relationship / sunghoon x female reader / oneshot

synopsis: newly married, you and your husband love creating your own...unique traditions

current word count: 6.4k

estimated word count: 10k

estimated release date: tbd

preview:

"So, how is this a tradition? Are we going to be making sex ornaments every Christmas?" It's not so easy to keep your tone nice and steady. You don't know if you should laugh, be turned on, embarrassed, oh who are you kidding? You're definitely turned on. The photo in the ornament is one worthy enough for the Pinterest aesthetic boards— you on your knees with Sunghoon's cock halfway down your throat, mascara tears dribbling down your cheeks as they hallowed around his member. "The tradition," Sunghoon's voice is silkier than silk itself and the low rumble in his throat is enough to shoot an intense wave of arousal throughout your body, "is that we fuck and take a polaroid, and put the polaroid into a clear see-through ornament to commemorate the experience."

office au, fake dating / strangers to lovers to ??? / sunoo x female reader / oneshot

synopsis: after you and your coworker sunoo are both dumped by your long term partners Heeseung and Karina (who end up dating each other), you're tired of feeling sorry for yourself and decide to get back at them just in time for the Valentines day office party they're hosting

current word count: 10k

estimated word count: 15k

estimated release date: feb 14th

preview:

You move in like you’re about to kiss him, but stop short just as your lips barely brush against his. “I don’t like playing games,” you whisper, showing your teeth as you smile. “Funny,” Sunoo murmurs back, grabbing onto your hips and flipping you around until your ass is flushed against his crotch, his tie still laced between your fingers, “Didn’t seem that way when you asked me to play along with your little scheme.”

♡ masterlist

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟyou hate when rin’s studying upcoming match plays, but thankfully he lets you use him to cure your boredom.

♱ warnings — f!reader, thighriding, all characters written 22+, i am still getting the hang of his chara so pls >x< / note. this idea has been on my mind 4ever so pls enjoy !

“rin?” you call out as you make your way into the living room, earning you a quick glance from your boyfriend rin as he sinks into the sofa in the middle of the room. his head’s propped up against his fist as he lets his eyes quickly scan over the way you’re only dressed in his shirt and your panties, pink dusting his cheeks before he bites on the inside of cheek and his sharp gaze returns to the game that’s replaying on the tv.

“you okay?” he asks, his tone rough and low with how long it’s been since he’s used his voice — you’d been out afterall. you watch the way his demeanour shifts slightly, like a wordless invite to curl up into his side like you normally would as his other arm rests on the cushions beside him, waiting.

“are you still watching that game?” you ask as a pout rests on your lips, and you hear rin sigh before he casts you another lidded glance when you let yourself fall into the space beside him.

“i have to, they’re next afterall.” it’s true, they were next in the league and they had a pretty decent reputation, but he’d been watching reruns of their games all day. it’s unfair, especially when he’s draped in his sweats and tight fit muscle shirt that hugs him so fucking well you can’t help but want more, this was his fault really.

“are you nervous?” you’re teasing, as your lips twitch into a softer sort of smile when you feel rin’s arm hook around your waist — curling you closer as you rest your thighs over his. he huffs, eyes still trained on the tv but you can tell he heard you when he clicks his tongue with the next play.

“no, they’re lukewarm. i’ll beat them.” he’s serious, you can tell by the unwavering confidence in his tone and there’s something wild in his eyes when he casts you another glance that has you hugging even closer.

“well, i’m bored.” you’re joking again, driven by the desire you feel twist in your abdomen — trailing down to where your pussy is begging for him. you let your fingers trace over his chest until he shudders, every movement you make is deliberately trying to get your point across, but he takes your hand in his and rests them both on his lap before you can succeed.

“then do something.” it comes out sharper than rin means it to, so he adjusts himself as he clears his throat — like he’s swallowing down any irritation these boring plays have given him before he’s leaning into smear a kiss along your temple. it’s a wordless sort of apology, and although you may not think it’s needed you let him anyway.

but the press of his lips on your skin only makes you want him more as you breathe out a sigh, a pretty little sound that makes his fingers twitch at your side before you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and boosting yourself up to straddle one of his thighs.

“what’re.. you—“ rin’s voice trembles, as do his lungs when the first needy grind of your cunt along his thighs makes him twitch in his sweats, hungrily as his jaw tightens. “i’m doing something.” you reply quickly and he sends you a wide-eyed look before he swallows rough.

you feel his fingers squeeze at the skin of your hips with the next mindless drag and grind of your needy, clothed pussy along the toned muscle beneath you. he can feel the heat of your cunt, your need even through the fabric that separates you both and it’s fucking impossible for him to focus on these shitty plays when his pretty girlfriend is dragging herself along his thigh.

you’re so wound up, your panties already feel damp and you’re pretty sure if you were to look between you both, you’d see the way you’re probably soaking the fabric of rin’s sweats with your slick with every needy swirl of your hips. “you’re really this needy?” he breathes, his voice almost a growl with the way he’s straining to hold back a groan.

“well yeah, i’ve been waiting all day..” you sigh, needy and breathless while you grab and cling at his shoulders and you feel his toned thighs twitch with the next languid roll of your hips against him. you gasp when you feel him bounce his leg into you next, and that’s when he finally lets himself look at you before he’s leaning in to graze his teeth along your jaw.

“yet you’re still lukewarm.” you’d roll your eyes at the silly little expression if they didn’t almost roll back when you feel rin’s hands squeeze at your hips — taking control of your pace as he drags you along his sweats. his movements are messy and eager and he already has you crumbling with each eager swipe of your sensitive, clothed clit along his muscles.

every single one of your movements feels like it’s in sync with his, your body was always so responsive to him — like it was fucking made for him, and the blissful feeling aswell as the close proximity of your bodies makes you babble with the orgasm hes almost dragging out of you.

“fuck—“ rin hisses when you writhe above him, your fingers pressing into the toned muscle of his shoulders as you swirl your hips sinfully once more — making him groan beneath you when your thigh grazes against his heavy, clothed cock. you reward him a little friction as he all but leaks against the fabric separating you both before he pulls you closer.

your pace stutters before you moan, feeling warmth begin to burst along your skin as his fingers almost bruise at your hips with how tight he’s holding you, breathing deep with you as you try to meet his ruthless pace.

“don’t dare.. don’t fucking stop—you hear me? just giving you want you wanted.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[yenqa]

worm games

sypnosis : you ask tsukishima an extremely important question

warnings : swearing, light hearted teasing, “i hate you” as a joke, cuddling?? tsukishima almost makes reader late 😒

w/c : 0.35k

pairing : tsukishima x gn!reader

disclaimer : in no way am i saying i own any haikyuu characters at all, all characters belong to haruichi furudate!

a/n : this might be ooc but idc!! pls give feedback btw this is my first hq post 😣😣

“hey kei?” you ask, as you rearrange your position to wrap your arms around him.

he places his hand on your back, entangling your legs together.

“yes?” he responds, a soft smile growing on his face.

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

he breaks out into laughter at your question, the hand previously on your back, now covering his mouth.

“what kind of question is that love?”

“just answer it kei!” you hit his shoulder softly.

“i mean did you turn into a worm randomly or were you just born a worm?”

“ummm.. if i randomly turned into a worm.” you confirm, nodding your head.

“i would take care of you yeah.”

“but you wouldn’t love me?”

“who said i loved you now?”

you roll your eyes, “whatever, im leaving, i have a class in two hours.” you grab the blanket, tossing it over to his side to get out. tsukishima quickly grabs your hand, pulling you back in.

“kei! i might be late!”

“i love you, you know that right?” he wraps his arm around your waist again, legs encasing yours.

“yes i do, now let me go so i can go get ready!” you attempt to escape his grasp, but you can’t.

damn those volleyball muscles. you think, reluctantly giving up letting the warmth of the blanket engulf you two.

comfortable silence overtakes the room, the drowsiness of sleeping slowly crawls back to you.

“if you were a worm, i would love you very much even then. i would even play worm games with you.” he chuckles at his own statement, patiently waiting for your reply.

“what the hell are worm games?” you ask, turning to face him.

“i don’t know,” he quickly changes the subject, “don’t you have a class? why are you still in bed?” he smirks at you, ripping the blanket that had been covering both of you.

“i hate you so much.” you roll your eyes, heading inside the bathroom.

“you know you love me.” he follows you, smirk still evident on his face as he stands behind you as you grab your toothbrush.

“yeah i do, now get out!” you push him out the bathroom, locking the door.

thank u sm for reading! all notes are appreciated have a great day/night my loves 🫶!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[planetwaynez]

OBSESSION

Dark!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Notes: I wrote this as a writing exercise and this is the fic of the pool I did a few weeks ago! I am really happy to be putting this out there, honestily I don't know if its truly good but I got to explore a side of my brain I don't visit too often sooo it was fun.

WARNINGS: SMUT! stalking behavior, toxic thoughts, toxic behavior, explicit sex scene, non consensual recording, crude words, dumbfication, gaslighting, and this is heavily inspired by OBSESSION By EXO! If there is anything I didn't put in here pls dm about and I will add!

Words: 3,4k

Synopsis: Jason is obsessed. And he won't ever let you go.

Jason wasn't very fond of not being in control. He always knew that he thrives when the control of things is in his hands, however his little dove seems to forget that every time. 

He watches his little dove apply lipstick, her friends gossiping while getting ready and some pop song on the speaker. His little dove knows the rules, but apparently she's taking advantage of him not being home to discipline her for her bad behavior. 

She's giggling about some joke that one of her friends told and Jason fists his hand. He shouldn't be jealous but he can't stop thinking about his little dove at some frat party tonight and him not being around. 

He zooms in on the image and takes a good look at his pretty girl, Jason takes a deep breath and thank God that his girl has a pretty face, not a smart brain to figure it out the cameras he put in her apartment months before he even asked her out. Rationality he knows that he should've taken the cameras out once they started dating but he didn't feel like it, Jason enjoys watching his girl when he's away on some mission and she doesn't know, which can't hurt her. Only make her safer, because like this he's always around. 

She's wearing a black little dress and heavy make up with red lipstick, her hair styled to perfection and wearing high heels and for a moment Jason considered going back home in one of his dad's private jets, but his sense of responsibility didn't allow him. Nevertheless that doesn't mean he can't find a way to keep his girl at home, under his eyes for one more night before he finishes his part of the job and goes home to her.

Jason clicks his tongue, creating a devilish plan to keep her home. Fast and easy.

He grabs his phone and dials his little doves number, he watches as she grabs her phone and leaves the bedroom to take his call at the bathroom, she smiles at the screen before picking up. Something very important about Jason's and his pretty doves relationship is that she doesn't know a lot about him or how they crossed paths. But she doesn't need to know any of that, the only thing in his little dove's head all the time should be him and nothing else. 

"Hey, baby!" She greets happily and for a second Jason feels bad about what he's going to do, but he can't stop himself. He needs control, he craves it. All the time, especially with her. 

"Hey, sweetheart" she beams and Jason wants to grab her and never let go. "How you doing?"

"Great! Going out with the girls tonight!" Jason suppressed a growl, not wanting to show the bad parts of himself to his girl. Not yet at least. 

"Really? I thought you had a big paper to deliver tomorrow" he's not lying, per se. He knows the paper is only due in two days but he will make her believe that's not the case.

"No, silly! It's only in two days" she's twisting a piece of her hair in her index finger, clearly flirting with him even when he's not in the same space as her. He loves that.

"Little dove, I believe that it's tomorrow… but if you want to go out tonight anyway you can go, it's your grades we are talking about" he can see the tension in her shoulders as he speaks, her demeanor changing drastically from one moment to another. 

"But Jace… I truly think that only due in two days, it's in my calendar" now his little dove is uncomfortable but he can make her feel better once he's back home. Right now she needs to understand that her place tonight and every night when Jason is not home is on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls.

"Princess" He uses that condensed tone Bruce always used with him when wanting to convince Jason of something. He hates it, but it is efficient. "Remember that time you wrote down the date wrong for that big project of yours? You doing it again" 

Her shoulders drop and she sighs and he knows that she's wrapped around his finger forever. She's staying home. 

"My God, you are right" she nods, as if he could see it. Well, he can but she doesn't need that information. "I am staying home but I feel bad for ditching the girls though."

Y/N plays with one of the decorative objects of her bathroom, thinking about how she's telling her friends she's staying and not going to the commemorative party of the basketball team tonight. 

"I bet they will understand, baby" Jason hopes they don't. Those girls want to take his precious jewelry from his hands and he won't allow it. 

"Yeah, you are right. As usual" she giggles and he feels his chest warm up at the sound. He misses her.

"I have to go, baby, they are calling me to finish a few papers" he lies through his teeth, Jason just wants to get rid of the bunch of girls before his little dove changes her mind. "Text you later, ok?"

"Ok, love, till later." And she hangs up, looking miserable. Jason knows how much she wanted to go to this party, and that's exactly why he can't allow it. What if she finds someone else? What if she gets in danger? What if she leaves him? He would have to take drastic decisions if any of those scenarios happened. So it's better if she's home safe.

Jason watches as she tells her friends she won't go and watches as her friends get disappointed with her but they obviously won't comment about it. Happily he watches them go away and his girl getting ready to bed, taking the provocative dress off and the heavy make up and put on cute pajamas and sit down on her desk to finish her project on her computer. 

He smiles, feeling way more light now. Jason decided to reward his little dove for her good behavior. 

The man takes a long shower and lets his mind wander to his sweet girl under him, moaning his name and clenching around his cock. He groans and finishes his shower, stopping in front of the mirror with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair wet, Jason takes a picture and sends it to his girl.

He goes back to his laptop, watching Y/N's reaction to his text, her breathing gets faster and she bites her lips, smiling a little. 

See, he thinks, so much better like this isn't, honey? 

His phone bips and he opens her text. 

Little Dove: all this for me? 

Jason: it's always for you 

Jason: can't wait to get home to you

Y/N smiles, wide enough to make her eyes close a little bit with the action. She snaps a picture of her, sitting at her desk and sends it to Jason, who is already smiling and looking at her pretty face mesmerized. 

Little Dove: miss u a lot

Jason: tomorrow morning I will be home with you

And just like that Jason goes to bed with the goal to finish his job early and get to his girl.

……..

The sun is slipping through the curtains and Y/N wakes up with a frown. She doesn't like when the sun wakes her up before the alarm but when she feels a heavy arm around her waist her mind goes from fuzzy to alert in a second. She takes a few moments to register the smell of oak and cigarettes, but when she does she relaxes and turns around, looking at Jason's sleepy face.

"Baby!" She calls and Jason opens his eyes. He is really good at pretending, he realizes, because she doesn't even realize that he's been awake all this time, just watching her. 

Since he got home, he's been just admiring his girl and thinking about the unspeakable things he's going to do to her once she wakes up. Now she's awake and, technically, he is too. 

"When did you get here?" Always curious, always wanting to know more than she should, however, Jason always has a good, well curated story to tell her that it's not the truth.

"I got here around five in the morning" she smiles, hugging him and inhaling his scent, almost purring at the feeling. 

That's the truth she needs but the reality is that last night Jason finished his part of the job and landed in Gotham at midnight, but she was still awake finishing her project, so he waited and kept an eye on her through the window, from across the street, sitting on the rooftop of the other building. When she slept, at two in the morning he got out of the rooftop and slipped into her bed.

"Missed you so much" Jason says, holding her neck and taking her face away from his chest, to properly look at her. 

"Me too, Jace" her eyes are shining and he just has to kiss her, to touch her to feel complete, to feel in control again.

So that's what he does. Jason grabs his little dove's neck, squeezing the sides maybe a little too roughly, but he doesn't pay attention to her little whine, only focusing on her lips. When he crashes his lips onto hers, he growls low in his throat, relishing in the feeling of his girl on him.

Their lips move in synchrony with each other, their tongues touching desperately, full of passion and that feeling that none of them can quite describe with words.

Jason's free hand roams over her body, stopping at her ass and squeezing it hard enough to make her moan against his lips. That fuels the fire inside him, that fire that only his sweet, oblivious little dove can satiete with her skin, her lips and her pretty moans. He pins her to the bed, rolling his hips against hers, making both of them whimper and take deep breaths, separating their lips for a moment.

Y/N takes that moment to look into her boyfriend's eyes, the teal is consumed by the black of its pupils and she can see it. The affection, the desire, the possessiveness. And she loves it all, she wants more of it. 

Jason smirks, knowing that she's seeing in his eyes is exactly what he wants her to see. Gently he squeezes her neck again, bringing her back to the front of her mind, back to him.

His other hand goes from her ass cheek to her waist, inside her shirt and feeling warm skin against his, little dove closes her eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of Jason's calloused hands on her soft belly, climbing to her breast, to touch it gently, just to the next moment be grabbed and the nipple twisted. Y/N moans, loudly and sweetly. 

Jason bites his lips, hiding a smile, one that would scare her off. One of his big, psychotic smiles, the one that makes his mask of a good and caring boyfriend be exactly what it is, a mask. The real Jason is fucked in the head, he's controlling and possessive, a little psychotic too. But, he thinks, she doesn't need to know that.

"Yes… just like that, Jace" she says, preening as Jason's lips kisses her jaw and her neck. He takes her shirt off and kisses softly her breasts, sucking her nipples in his mouth, one by one, taking care of the sensitive skin with care and attention. 

Every stroke of his tongue, every suck of his mouth on her skin and nipples, every flick of his wrist in one of her nipples has a reaction from her. A moan, a whimper, a sigh. 

He loves all of them and he could spend all day worshiping her breasts, however, Jason is thinking about one thing. 

Getting his mouth on his little dove's sweet pussy. 

The men descends his ministrations over her body, his hands grabbing, squeezing and caressing what he can, when he finally gets at her shorts, he takes it off alongside her panties, smiling at the sight in front of him. 

Her pretty pussy glistened to him and him only. He takes her tights on his hands and puts over his shoulders, looking up at her, that is already looking at him in anticipation. 

"What is it, baby?" Jason taunts, knowing that will make her weaker for him. "Need something?"

She whines, fisting the sheets and throwing her head back in frustration. 

"Yes" she says and Jason arches an eyebrow, smirking.  

"And what is that?" He asks again, but before she could answer him, Jason licks her pussy, from hole to clit, making Y/N moan. "It 's my tongue?" He teases, smiling wide, in that psychotic way since she's not looking at him, but at the selling. "Or my fingers?" Two tick fingers thrust inside her warm pussy, getting Jason the best reward. 

Her moaning his name, loudly. 

"Yes! I need both!" Jason doesn't answer her with words, just dives in her pussy, licking, sucking and fucking her with his finger until she's arching her back and crying, just a little bit. Just enough to feed his ego.

Y/N smiles feeling full and delighted with the attention her boyfriend is giving her. He is always so thoughtful,  she thinks, he would never harm me. 

But that's not the reality, Jason would never harm her, per se, but he would find ways to always be her priority and never let others take space in her life. 

Jason can feel his cock against the fabric of his boxers, hyper aware of it. He holds himself back to not start dry humping the bed, the only place he's coming  is inside his little dove. 

Her little cries and moans are getting louder with each thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, her walls clenching around his fingers and making his head dizzy. Knowing that he had such power and control over her made him feel important, cared and loved. Jason didn’t need anything else when he had his little dove naked and pliant for him at any time he felt like having her.

“Jace!” His name was like a chant in her tongue when she came all over his face and fingers, making Jason moan in delight. He loved when she was messy and needy, and tonight she was just like how he liked. 

Softly, Jason kisses her thighs, going up to her tummy and her breasts, soaking himself in her scent and in her soft skin against his scarred and calloused one. He kissed and nipped at her neck, tangling one of his hands in her hair, making her close her eyes and whimper softly at his touches. 

“Is my baby dumb already?” he asked, watching her face carefully because even though he loved to break her and bring the pieces back together he needed to know when he was too close to make her break for good. And he didn’t want that, he wanted her pliant and soft, not broken and traumatized. That’s why he lied so much, for her own good.

She sniffs, her eyes glossy and her lips red and puffy from kissing him and biting it when he was eating her out. “Baby I need you to answer me or I can’t give you my cock” he pouts, fake sympathy in his voice making her whine and cry a little, squirming in his hold.

“No! I am not dumb” her eyes aren’t quite focusing and she is flooded with emotions that only Jason can’t subside. “I need you cock, Jace!” she says, lips wobbling and legs spreading wide for him, her pussy clenching around nothing and leaking her juices.

Jason smiles, his eyes shining with something dark, uncontrolled and quite feral. Even if his little dove denied, Y/N was already cock drunk - and he didn’t even get inside her, yet. 

“I will give you what you want” he caresses her hair, thinking about permanently kipping her inside this apartment, never letting her go again. But he loves her way too much to scare her. “everything my baby wants, my baby gets”

Slowly, Jason traced his cock along her pussy, making her moan and squirm. He loves the feeling of his cock sliding against her pussy, the way it makes her get a little dumbier each time. Just to tease her, and himself a little, Jason pushes the thick head of his cock inside her greedy pussy, watching with a cruel happiness the way she moans loud and tries to hook her legs around his waist, to bring him closer, deeper.

He pushes away from her delicately, listening to her whimpers and whines, making his cock throb and ache for her. 

“Ask nicely” he demands, his face contorted into an evil smirk she can’t see, her eyes closed in agony and her lips red from biting. Her hands are holding his biceps and her nails are digging into his skin, making the pain get mixed with pleasure. The head of his cock sits still inside her.

“Please, Jace! please, please, please!” Y/N doesn’t have one coherent thought inside her head, the only thing she can think about is her boyfriend cock and how much she needs it. 

“So pretty,” he says, stroking her clit in a tourtours slow pace, her pussy clenching and throbbing. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“To you, Jace! Only you!” a wolfish grin spreads through Jason's lips, making him look like some sort of devil looking at its new offering. 

“Good girl” he says, pushing everything inside Y/N at once, making her scream and hook her legs around him, a part of his weight resting on her. He smiles when she throws her arms around his shoulders, scratching his back with each hard and slow thrust of his hips against hers.

“Such a good girl… taking my cock so well” she mewls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Y/N swears she can feel her heart trying to get out of her chest and jump into Jason’s. 

His cock is delicious, every thrust, every grunt he makes, drives her even further into bliss, her thighs and pussy gripping him and not willing to let go. The sound of skins slapping against skin and his balls hitting her ass makes her even more out of breath, out of her mind. She can’t think straight, she doesn't want that and if she could she would spend the rest of her days with Jason’s cock deep inside her needy and greedy pussy, stretching her out so well that she bubbles a incoherent mess of words every time he is inside her. 

“Look at you,” he says, holding her face in one of his big calloused hands, making her stare at him and his lust filled eyes. “already close to cumming again, little dove?”

“yes' ' she whines, rolling her eyes and relising in the way his broad chest presses against her sensitive tits. 

“You can cum baby” Jason buries his face on her neck, loving the way she smells, driving him even more insane. “cum all over my cock”

His little dove didn't need to be told twice, she came all over his thick cock, loving the way she was feeling in the clouds in his arms. Jason growls, her pussy gripping him too tight, driving him to his orgasm and filling her up to the brim. 

They look each other in the eye, and she smiles softly, waking up his soft side along. He smiles back, resting his forehead against hers. 

They cuddle, smile and talk about everything and anything, she just doesn’t know that now everytime Jason left for a mission he would have their sext tape. And she also didn’t know that he sended a few of his men to disappear with her bad influence of friends. 

She doesn’t need them and eventually, she will understand because eventually she will only need him.

He smiles, that smile that he never lets her see. The one that is just a little psychotic and looks at her sleeping form. 

His.

Forever his.

Even if she tries not to be.

Jason will never let her go. 

[kyojurismo]

▸ INTRO. [modern au] you need to get the train to come back to your apartment but it’s full of people and you get anxious about it.

▸ NOTES. ok well i needed comfort so here i am, r’s feelings are mostly based on my own experience so it doesn’t mean that everyone goes through this + i feel better w some kind of physical contact, but again that’s on me. i hope this will give comfort to others that feel like me ig <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. tengen uzui, sanemi shinazugawa, kyojuro rengoku x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. modern au! mention of anxiety, cursing, pda, not proofread ofc + lemme know if i missed something pls

TENGEN UZUI

tengen doesn’t notice at first, also because he’s used to take trains full of people so it’s nothing new

but then he remembers you saying that it’s difficult for you and that it makes you anxious being around so many people in a space like that

so he makes sure you’re near a window and tries to distract you with some random chat, to keep your attention focused on him

tengen knows that otherwise you’ll spend the whole ride thinking that people around you are judging you and staring at you & this would only get you even more anxious

“i was thinking that tomorrow would be great to go for a movie, or something,” he starts, gently taking one of your hands to stop your fidgeting. “what do you think?”

you would say yes, but he can see clearly that your brain is still filling up with those bad thoughts

“alright, come here,” he gently push you towards his body and let you rest against his chest. you lean into his embrace and close your eyes, finding comfort in in his perfume and his body heat. “thank you, tengen,” you whisper into his hoodie

“we’re almost there, you’re doing amazing,” he praises you, caressing your back slowly. he’s truly proud of you because he knows it gets suffocating and he tries his best to make sure you know he’s here

would also hold your hand the whole time, as to keep you grounded and make you look outside the window while he talks about something !!!

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

sanemi gets annoyed when he sees the train is full of people (key words: annoyed & people)

you soon grab his hand, so you won’t get separated or something

“this fucking town,” he says under his breath.

there’s no need for you to remind him or for sanemi to notice, he’s on autopilot when he takes you to the closest window

wouldn’t hesitate to push people out of his way 🫥

he positions himself right behind your back and circles your neck with his arm, caressing your shoulder gently

you rest your chin on his arm and stare out of the window, trying to concentrate on the landscape to ignore all the people around you

sanemi notices you’re still a bit nervous so he tries to distract you with some cheeky phrases or a very bad joke

“see? you’re doing amazing,” he kisses your head and makes sure you’re alright. “i’m here with you.”

KYOJURO RENGOKU

now, kyojuro is a little distracted

you notice the train and start gripping his jacket, making sure you won’t lose him

“kyo…” you try to get his attention, but you notice he’s talking with a guy nearby

you squeeze his arm and get closer to his side, your eyes nervously scanning everyone around you

“yes, darling?” he finally turns his face and once he notices he takes action

“excuse me,” he gently push you towards the window while people let you two pass. he shows everyone his smile as a thank you, before giving you his whole attention

“better?” he asks you, putting one of his hands on your hip. “i’m sorry i didn’t notice sooner,” he apologises and kisses your temple.

“no problem,” you mutter and let your back rest against his chest, relaxing a bit. “i’m so proud of you for taking this train anyway, you’re amazing.”

you smile and hold his other hand, your heartbeat finally slowing down a bit

i think he would also ask you if you want to get off and wait for the next one, if you’re too overwhelmed ):

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. thank you so much for reading !!! have a good day / night ♡

[saintescuderia]

welcome to the mini series of the random, mindless thoughts had by a poet disguised in an orange jumpsuit watching cars speed by all weekend. enjoy!

--- note: 5am starts, 7pm finishes. all four days. gotta love formula 1!

thursday: media day!

i want the ferrari jacket

there are school kids here?

i don’t want the ferrari jacket

$7 for a small can of red bull is THEFT

especially since they broke the cost cap

me walking through the “accredited personnel” gate and tapping my special lanyard is a CORE memory

i think my uber driver dropped me off on the opposite side of the track

*stressing about being unable to admire the sights of albert park bc i’m stress-running from the opposite end of the track to my station*

pls don’t be a dick and say i’m late - i know

how is a 5am wake up not early enough HOW?

“last year i was stationed at the corner where charles spun out.”

sole thought = 💀💀💀💀

i. fucking. love. cars.

the whole SENSORY experience of a race ffffffffffffuuuuuck

“be careful taking pictures because that security camera is on us and is straight to race control and the FIA.” is such a cool sentence to hear

a porsche gtr should not be covered with branding idc

i’m definitely going to abuse caffeine this weekend

friday: FP1 / FP2

the sun is rising over the lake as i walk on the albert park track and i’m happy to be alive

especially as i found a toilet that isn’t a port-a-loo

ah, a cafe that does good decent coffee thank GOD

am i going to pay $10 for a croissant?

i'm going to pay $10 for a croissant.

i lived in paris but this one fresh lune choc croissant has topped it all

no like there will never be another croissant experience to beat me eating a fresh pain au chocolat on a f1 circuit as the sun rises over the water with the melbourne skyline in the background

aramco engineers are walking behind me as i shit talk about f1, nice

“it is an increasingly unique experience peeing in a port-a-loo beside a formula one track as cars race by.”

120’000 is a LOT of people

how has the float not broken yet?

metro boomin has released an album as i stand before live formula one. life has PEAKED

fernando alonso is the first F1 driver i ever saw live

there is a shift in formula one as the heritage fans of motor racing are on the out as the next generation of fans absorbed in driver hype and social media takes over and we see this in how F1 has created the new US tracks and made them all into spectacles and fans are here because of it being “cool” instead of caring about cars

… maybe i should buy the redbull jacket instead?

bonus: sole thought during the pitlane walk for the marshals

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

saturday: FP3 / qualifying

the relief of thinking you’re late and then seeing someone you know HA

commentators are now contractually obligated to bring up saudi arabia every time they talk about ollie bearman

jesus they’re as bad as the f1 girlies

i have to watch the grand prix replay after all of this i have no idea what’s actually going on

CHARLES GOES FASTER THAN MAX HA

kimi spinning out has me actively wanting to cry

a safety car FROM THE PIT EXIT

welcome to F2 everyone 👏👏👏

not me lying to the cute irish guy hitting on me about @saintescuderia

a big fat ha at the eshays holding their puffer jackets - even they can’t stand the heat

don’t flex on me that you’re here at F1 when you don’t even know what’s going on yourself bruhhhh

to the red bull fan telling me i’m “dramatic” for rolling under the fence (it’s how marshals have to do it) pls get help

$7 for a calispo is a JOKE

recording F1 quali isn’t even worth it bc they're TOO FAST

JOKES I GOT A PHOTO WITH ALBONO

i’m very lucky for my team of marshals :))))))))))

i’m only going to eat half my muffin

*finishes the whole thing*

sunday: race!

KIMI ANTONELLI!

do i ask for a photo?

*every photo of charles leclerc being abused flashes through my mind*

nah leave him be

five minutes later: i regret not asking him

the group of aussies dressed as lance stroll drunk at 9am have my heart and my respect

i need a coffee

seeing kimi walk right by me has now made so much invested for f2

i really need a coffee

yep they screwed kimi with all those safety cars

i really, really need a coffee

we get to go ON TRACK? for the DRIVERS PARADE

*starts practicing “get well soon” in spanish*

my heart is BEATING

lol jokes carlos didn’t even look at us

*checks footage to see that i accidentally just recorded guanyu zhou next to carlos the whole time :))))*

lol are they putting lewis and charles together all the time?

every marshal: “that was the shittest parade ever.”

i need a drink

pls don’t talk to me for the next two hours

don't meet your heroes kids

but also why the fuck did they do the float in one big car? and do INTERVIEWS? this is legit the one time the drivers can be there JUST for the FANS

F1 can PISS OFF

race start = okay it's happening

waitwaitwaitwaitWAITDIDIJUSTSEECARLOSOVERTAKEMAX?!

nevermind i love him

"race control has asked that you calm down, marshals are supposed to be neutral."

lol at the entirety of albert cheering that max is slowly coming to a DNF

mclaren swapping oscar for lando is DISGUSTING fuck zak brown

somehow, i've forgotten that charles is just there

SEND IT CARLOS VAmos

(this is all because i told you que te mejores pronto!)

daniel ricciardo....man..... aus gp can't market you like this.......

damn yuki got HANDS

ferrari and mclaren having the top 4 places is just *chefs kiss*

lewis just had to stall just pass my sector like i hope ur okay but couldn't u not be ok in front of me?

red bull deserves this after all the FLACK i've copped from red bulls fans ("dramatic" MY ASS)

wait george russell ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

singapore all over again. i can already see the memes.

somehow marshalling a gp has you closer and more removed from the whole thing i have no idea what's going on

(literally the only time i used my F1TV live timing)

finishing after the safety car means i can't stick my head out and clap for carlos FUCK OFF

wait, he came up right UP TO MY SIDE OF THE TRACK TO WAVE

... do you think he noticed me?